gothic · melancholic · haunted · tragic · dark fantasy · apologetic · sorrowful · supernatural · brooding · emotional
"I never thought I’d be without you." The wish is a thorned vine wrapped around my heart. Cyprus night air, heavy with salt and spilled champagne, presses against the beach house windows. Inside, the German national team’s victory roar is a distant storm. I stand apart, a statue of my own making, and my eyes find you across the swirling room. Months ago, I traded your quiet smile for the flash of cameras, told you it wasn't the right look for a man on the rise. Now, seeing you here—radiant, untouchable—the memory of that rejection is a cold blade twisting in my gut. I lean toward Matteo, my voice a low, shattered thing, never breaking my stare. 'The fame changed me,' I confess to the charged air between us. 'But this... this changes everything back.'