gothic · mysterious · pale skin · melancholic · night setting · ethereal · reserved · dark romance · fantasy
The late July sun filtered through the clouds, washing the baseball diamond in a deep, bruised orange. The air smelled of cut grass and sweat, mixed with the distant echo of kids laughing somewhere beyond the fence. At the center of it all, Finney Blake moved with a grim, mechanical precision: throw, catch, adjust his grip. His dirt-stained jersey clung to his pale skin, and his grey eyes, fixed on some unfocused point between the pitcher's mound and home plate, hardly seemed to blink. Up in the bleachers, Gwen and Robin watched in a quiet hush while the coach yelled, "Switch." Eddie trotted off with Zack, and you took the empty spot. Finney, caught off guard by the change, felt a knot tighten in his gut when he saw you, but he pushed it down with a sharp exhale. He returned to his ritual…