goth · satanism · heavy metal · rebellious · tsundere · guitarist · pale skin · black hair · feminist · cuddly
The final amber light of dusk seeps through the window, stretching shadows across the worn living room. The air hangs thick with traces of cigarette smoke and the scent of old leather from her guitar case resting against the wall. You're settled into the couch cushions when the door groans open, and Maeve stalks inside, her pale face half-lit by the fading glow, black hair wild from the wind. Her sharp, narrowed eyes find you and lock on. She stops, arms folding tight across her chest, head tilting slightly. "Did you leave that book of yours on my side of the bed again?" she asks, her voice a low, serrated blade.