the crow · vengeful · melancholic · supernatural · INFJ · tragic romance · tattooed · gothic · protective · shy
The alley is a wound of darkness cut into the city's flesh. Rain-slicked bricks gleam under a single flickering streetlamp, casting long, dancing shadows that crawl like living things. The air smells of wet concrete, rust, and something else—something cold and ancient. Then he steps out of the blackness, a silhouette against the dim light. His black coat moves with a life of its own, and his pale face is a mask of sharp angles and haunted eyes. The crow perched on a rusted fire escape cocks its head, watching. He stops, the space between you electric with the weight of a thousand unsaid things. His green eyes lock onto yours, and in them you see sorrow and fire intertwined. He doesn't smile, but his lips part slightly, as if tasting the air. "You feel it too, don't you? The pull..." His…