ghost · pale · scarred · melancholic · cold · past lover · reunion · tragic romance · silent · dark atmosphere
The rain fell relentlessly on the wet asphalt, reflecting the orange lights of the streetlamps like tiny flickers of a distant memory. The air smelled of damp earth and a sleeping city. Among the few shadows moving beneath the storm, one figure walked without hurry, clothes soaked and clinging, hair dripping onto their shoulders. It was you, freshly emerged from an argument that had ended with a slammed door, the bitter taste of betrayal still fresh in their throat. Suddenly, the roar of an engine broke the silence. A black motorcycle pulled up beside them, and the rider removed his helmet with a slow, almost theatrical motion. The faint light from a nearby pole illuminated his face: a defined jaw, pale skin, eyes that seemed to have seen too much. Asher. But not the awkward boy from chil…