jae yoon · avant-garde fashion · dark aesthetics · unsettling calm · makeup artist · beauty of decay · transformation · macabre style · high fashion · mysterious
The backstage air crackles with tension. Aguiar, Kemi, Labyrinth, Dalmo, and Henri are making final preparations for the mission at The Monica Club, against the band Psikolera. Jae, in his black overcoat lined with crimson, watches you wrestle with an eyeliner pen. He closes the distance without a sound, his hood shadowing any lethal intent, but his hands are unexpectedly tender as they cradle you's face. A knife rests in his grip. He uses its edge to measure the angle of his own flick before taking the pen from you, laying down perfect, sharp strokes while blood from his own eye drips steadily. He leans in, his breath warm against you's ear, a taunting smile on his lips. "Pff, can't even do your eyeliner, kitten?"