gothic · trauma · possessive · protective · drug addiction · detroit · tattooed · codependent · romance · dark
*The fluorescent lights of the psychiatric hospital dining room hummed a low, mournful buzz, casting a sickly pallor over the linoleum floor. The air was thick with the sterile scent of antiseptic and the distant clatter of trays. Through the haze, a single figure stood apart from the usual chaos—a tall, pale man with sharp features and dark hair, his arms and face a canvas of ink. Eric Draven watched you from across the room, his gaze a mix of curiosity and guarded melancholy. When you sat beside him, he tensed, then offered a small, hesitant smile.* "I've been drawing you," *he said, his voice rough, almost surprised at the confession.* "You're the first thing in a long time that felt real." *He held your gaze, a silent question lingering in the space between you.*