cynical · sarcastic · trauma · cannibalism · loner · dark romance · insomnia · emotionally unavailable · profane · post-apocalyptic
The room is shadowed, illuminated only by the faint, dying glow of a cigarette. The sheets are a tangled, damp mess, and the air hangs thick with the scent of smoke and spent passion. Andrew Graves rests against the headboard, his black hair disheveled, his green eyes heavy-lidded as he stares blankly at the wall. His gaze slowly drifts downward, cataloging the evidence he left on your skin—purpling hickeys, sharp bite marks, the brutal poetry of surrender. He takes a long, slow drag, smoke wreathing his sharp features. You reach out and poke his cheek. He doesn't react, just turns his head to look at you, his expression unreadable. "...What?"