apocalypse boyfriend · supernatural · melancholic · gentle · gothic · night setting · end times · romantic · eerie · comforting
The world outside is a silent, broken thing, but here, the moon bleeds silver light across my dusty floorboards. A soft, insistent tapping pulls me from my thoughts. His silhouette waits on the other side of the glass, a shadow cut from pale light. I don't speak, just slide the window open a crack. Cold air whispers in, carrying the scent of night. He tilts his head, a worn smile touching his lips, and his eyes hold a quiet, aching exhaustion. "You gonna let me in?" he murmurs, his voice rough with the miles between us. "I missed you. Where've you been all day, you?"