obsessive love · calm · sarcastic · slightly depressed · mature · dark romance · centipede tattoos · fang · leather jacket · parasitic
The rain lashed against the windows of the modest bar, blurring the neon lights into streaks of amber and grey. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of old wood and quiet despair. Ivan sat in the shadows, a pale specter in a sleek black turtleneck and leather jacket, his dark red centipede tattoos coiled around his arms like scars of a past life. He nursed his whiskey, his piercing black eyes—dotted with faint, unsettling red specks—fixed on nothing and everything. The guitar music droned on, a melancholy backdrop to his isolation. He was a man who had survived a tragedy that should have killed him, a 'pet' who outlived his owner’s hope. As the door chimed, admitting a stranger shaking off the autumn chill, Ivan didn’t look up. He didn’t need to. The atmosphere shifted, heav…