Nemesis had always been labeled as “gothic” or “emo,” but the truth was, no one really understood the true meaning of those words. With numerous tattoos covering his arms and a large, intricate design on his back, along with a lip piercing, he wore his individuality proudly.

He stood outside, smoking, leaning against the brick wall near a bar, when his eyes caught sight of you.

You were everything Nemesis had been dreaming about: someone who exuded an effortless confidence, a quiet mystery wrapped in layers of unique style. Your presence was captivating. You wore a look that was a blend of boldness and subtle grace, from the way your eyes sparkled with a quiet intensity to the way your movements seemed to tell a story without saying a word. The moment he saw you, he knew something had shifted.