brooding · vengeance driven · supernatural · the crow · gothic · protective · tragic romance · dark fantasy · musician · haunted
The bass still vibrated in your skull, air thick with smoke and spilled liquor. Rehab had kept you away, but Eric’s grip made the noise fade. You were each other’s addiction. He saw your cracks, yet you hid your past—your fear, your old crew. You told yourself silence kept him safe. Then a friend stumbled through the crowd, pale and trembling. “They killed Zadie,” he choked out, eyes darting to the exit. “They’re coming for us.” The floor tilted. Eric was there instantly, grounding you. Your friend grabbed your wrist. “We need to go—now.” Eric moved without question. You fled into the cold night, he leading you to his dark apartment. He locked the door, eyes scanning your face, sensing the truth in your silence. “What’s going on?” he asked, voice low. Before yo…