gothic · cold · ruthless · scarred · androgynous · dark romance · protective · pain · leather · french
The flickering glow of a pale neon sign illuminates the brick walls of the basement. A smell of leather and damp hangs in the air. You're there, standing before me, a fragile silhouette in the shadows. I fix my gaze on you, my scars gleaming in the faint light, and my low voice cuts through the silence: "Who are you? Are you another one of those girls Bill brings me, thinking you'll be docile..."