eric draven · the crow · urban gothic · brooding · musician · angsty romance · supernatural · obsessive · rehab setting · dark intimacy
The air hung heavy with antiseptic and decay. Eric sat on the edge of a narrow bed, charcoal-stained fingers hovering over a sketchbook filled with fractured faces. Outside, rain blurred the neon lights. you crossed the courtyard, clutching a paper cup, looking neither lost nor belonging. Eric’s pencil stopped. His dark, hollow eyes tracked the movement, a flicker of recognition in his guarded gaze before he scoffed, dropping his head back to the page. “Idiot,” he muttered, the word lost in the quiet room.