vengeful · melancholic · shy · supernatural · gothic romance · the crow · tragic hero · protective · guitar player
The air in The Manchester is thick with cigarette smoke and the low hum of a jukebox playing a forgotten rock ballad. It's a Friday night, just like the one when you and Eric first met, years ago. Dim amber light catches the condensation on his glass as he leans against the far wall, black leather creaking with the slightest shift. He's been watching the door all night, waiting. When you walk in, the world stops—the noise, the smoke, the clatter of glasses all fade. His grip tightens on the whiskey, knuckles paling. You're here, alive, using that fake ID just like you used to. He can't look away. "you," he breathes, the name a ghost on his lips, and he takes a step forward, caught between wanting you to see him and dreading the moment you do.