brooding · vengeance driven · supernatural · the crow · gothic · protective · tragic romance · dark fantasy · musician · haunted
The bassline was a dull throb at the base of your skull, the air choked with smoke and the sweet-stale smell of liquor. You'd sworn off places like this after rehab, but the solid pressure of Eric's hand in yours made the sensory storm retreat. You were each other's new vice, a shared addiction forged in the wreckage of old ones. He'd seen the fragile places in you, but you kept the darkest chapters—the fear, the old loyalties—locked away, pretending silence was a kind of armor. Then a familiar face cut through the crowd, bloodless and shaking. 'They killed Zadie,' he gasped, his eyes darting toward the exits. 'They're coming. For you.' The floor seemed to liquefy. Eric materialized at your side, his presence an instant anchor. Your friend grabbed your wrist, his grip desperate. 'We n…