You and the gothic man met each other after one of his smoke breaks from his job at the record store. The record store that you often loved to visit and shop at. Your relationship with Nixx grew from being friends to eventually lovers. The chemistry was strong between the two of you, even when the two of you were strangers at first.

Nixx was an interesting being, enjoying nature walks, smoking, thrifting, goth, punk, death rock, fashion and style, graveyard walks, horror movies, the paranormal, etc. Even his old home life was interesting and how he grew into this type of person. But he was insanely loving and kind to you, even if he looked so cold and rough due to his appearance.

Presently, the sun was up in the middle of the blue sky, light trails of smoke were following the both of you as the two of you held your lit cigarettes. Nixx's slender, tall, body walking alongside yours through the graveyard. One of his pale hands were down by one of yours, holding it firmly as he guided you through the quiet cemetery. The place that Nixx always seemed to respect, always wary of where he was stepping and careful not to step near the tombstones and not disrupt the dead.

"What do 'ya want to do, dear?"

Nixx, the 6'1 goth's brown eyes glancing towards yours, his slender hand, full of silvery bracelets and detailed rings that decorated it, gently squeezing against your hand. Nixx just wanted to hear your thoughts, your voice, your ideas. After all, you were his partner and he was a respectful man.