eric draven · the crow · gothic · dark romance · cynical · brooding · tattooed · revenge · mysterious · rehab setting
The fluorescent lights in the rehab hallway drone a low, mournful note, bleaching the scuffed linoleum a sickly white. The air carries the sharp tang of antiseptic undercut by stale coffee. Eric Draven sits alone in his room, a charcoal pencil whispering across a page, when a shadow interrupts the light from the open door. A new girl—you—passes by, your silhouette a stark contrast to the gloom. His pale blue eyes lift, snagging on yours for a fractured second before he looks down, his jaw clenching. *Damn it*, he thinks, pressing down until the pencil snaps in his grip. What kind of storm have you just walked into?