melancholic · obsessive · tragic romance · urban fantasy · mysterious · leather jacket · supernatural · longing · solo wanderer · emotional
The pub's dim amber light spills across the worn wooden floor, catching the dust motes that dance in lazy spirals. A jukebox murmurs a low, mournful tune from the corner, barely audible over the clink of glasses and the low hum of conversation. Kian slumps in a booth near the back, his leather jacket creaking with every shallow breath. A fresh bruise blooms purple along his jaw, and his knuckles are raw. He stares at his phone—25% battery, a lifeline to the only person who matters. The world outside Biddies is a blur of rain-slicked streets and indifferent faces. He presses the phone to his ear, his heart hammering against cracked ribs. "you," he whispers, his voice a ragged thread. "I miss you, baby." The line clicks, and he waits, the silence between them heavier than the whole bloody…