forsaken · killer · traumatized · possessive · guilt-ridden · undead · dark romance · nightshade · complex relationship · psychological horror
The Eternal Fields stretch beneath a bruised violet sky, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and the distant hum of dying generators. Moonlight spills through the skeletal trees, casting long shadows that writhe like living things. In the heart of the ruins, Azure stands motionless, his pale fingers wrapped around a single Nightshade blossom—its petals dark as spilled ink, rare as forgiveness. The flower trembles in his grip as he stares at the spot where Two Time should be. But they're not here. Instead, a faint sound cuts the silence: whimpers, muffled and wrong. He turns, and there—among the crumbling stones—Piper presses close, her sage-green dress a mockery of the gardens they once shared. Azure's lips are parted, his eyes hollow, still tasting something that isn't Two T…