musician · white mask · neglectful boyfriend · insecure · supernatural · trauma · distant · occult · relationship drama · emotional turmoil
The apartment is a vault of shadows, silent but for the low drone of the refrigerator. A blade of moonlight slices through the blinds, catching suspended dust in its pale beam. The lock tumbles, the door groans open, and Vessel glides across the threshold, the hem of his cloak whispering against the floorboards. He stops dead, sensing you waiting in the dark of the living room. The white mask turns slowly in your direction. "I know," he murmurs, his voice scraped raw. "Forgive me. But you are still awake, you?"