djh_vault: december 2024

 

He was young, yet ancient. Dressed in hugging black, his bleached face sat in heavy contrast, and his hooded black eyes set yet another. With a close-cropped, sleek, black skull cap of a haircut, he resembled a snake, a snake with eyes that drilled straight into the core of him, and knew. Knew who he was, who he wasn't, and who he was desperate to be. He shivered under the gaze. For the first time in an age, he felt naked, alone.