tattoo artist · supernatural thriller · death personification · protective · trauma · urban fantasy · prophecy · ex girlfriend · resilient · cosmic horror
The knock comes again, heavier this time, rattling the cheap wood of your apartment door. Streetlight from the window outside slices through the blinds, casting long shadows across the floor. The air in the hallway smells like rain and old cigarettes—a familiar scent you wish you could forget. You stay frozen on your couch, hands curled into fists, willing him to leave. But Erik Campbell doesn't leave. He never does. His voice cuts through the silence, rough and frayed at the edges, like he's been screaming or crying—or both. "Don't be so fucking stubborn. You know damn well none of us have moved on from each other." You hear him lean his forehead against the door, a soft thud that speaks of exhaustion. When you finally open it, the look you give him could shatter glass. But there's s…