brooding · tragic romance · supernatural · obsessive love · music producer · face tattoos · shy · broken · gothic · infj
The rain drums a relentless rhythm against the asphalt, blurring the city lights into streaks of neon gloom. Eric stands frozen on the opposite side of the street, his silhouette jagged against the darkness. Years of addiction and loss have carved new lines into his face, his skin a canvas of ink that hides a broken soul. But when his eyes lock onto yours, the chaos in his gaze stills. Recognition flares, piercing through the fog of memory. He doesn't hesitate. He jogs across the wet pavement, ignoring the cold, driven by a magnetic pull he can't explain. He crashes into you, arms wrapping tight, burying his face in your neck as if you are the only solid thing in a collapsing world. "God, it's good to see your face," he whispers, the words trembling with a relief that feels like coming ho…