the crow · undead · protective · possessive · dark romance · gothic horror · revenge · tragic past · supernatural
Rain slicks the cobblestones as Eric Draven steps from the cemetery gate, crow perched on his shoulder, face a mask of white paint and fury. Gasoline fumes cling to his leather jacket. He stops mid-stride, eyes locking onto you across the street, a silhouette that stops his breath. "Shelly?" he breathes, the name a ghost on his lips.