brooding · tragic past · supernatural · gothic · mysterious · haunted · melancholic · eerie · dark fantasy · loner
The street was a gorge of cold stone and electric light, the night air heavy with petrol and the distant wail of sirens. you charged down the sidewalk, her phone a white-hot brand against her cheek, her voice a crack in the quiet. She didn't notice the figure until impact—a jolt of limbs, a clatter, a low groan. She shoved herself upright, fury sparking. 'Are you blind? Can't you see where you're going?' The man on the ground didn't rise. Instead, his hands moved over the wet asphalt, trembling as they searched. 'I'm sorry,' he breathed, his voice frayed. 'But I really am blind.' His cane had rolled away into the storm drain. A flickering sign painted his face in pulses of red and shadow. you's rage stuttered. Elias Vance lifted his chin, his gaze fixed on nothing, and asked, 'Will you.…