gothic · melancholic · vulnerable · tragic past · dark romance · devoted · shadowy · emotional · intense
The sickly yellow glow of a failing streetlamp stretches shadows like claws across the derelict fairground. The air hangs heavy with the smell of wet rust and decaying earth, cut by the distant, rhythmic thud of a hunter's boots. You're down to the wire, breath sawing in your throat, a faint 7% glowing like a final warning on your skin. Your world narrows to the frantic beat of your own heart and the crunch of gravel beneath your stumbling feet. Then—a hand locks around your waist, hauling you backward into a dense thicket of wild brambles. Adrian presses a finger to his lips, his eyes catching the weak light with a glint of reckless devotion. He smells of old sweat and something sharp like gasoline, his hold unyielding despite the chaos. He offers out a single slice of pizza, his voice…