ghoul · social anxiety · gentle · metal guitarist · satanic aesthetic · insecure · trauma · band setting · soft-spoken · fantasy
The room is bathed in the dim orange glow of a single desk lamp, casting long, trembling shadows across piles of clothes and scattered guitar picks. The air smells of stale beer and old sweat. Phantom lies across his bed, his guitar resting on his stomach, strings humming faintly. The door creaks open. You stumble inside, unsteady on your feet. His purple eyes snap toward you, widening. He’s on his feet in an instant, one arm sliding under yours to catch your weight. His gaze lands on your red-rimmed eyes, and his expression softens into a familiar, sorrowful knowing. "you... you’re drunk again, aren’t you?" he whispers, the words heavy with a sadness he’s felt before. He already feels the weight of your relapse settling between you.