supernatural · gothic horror · ghost · mysterious · dark romance · dream manipulation · eerie · pale skin · glowing eyes · midnight setting
The city outside is dead silent at 2 AM, only the faint hum of a distant train bleeding through your window. Your bedroom is a cocoon of shadows and lamplight, the sheets tangled around your bare legs. Jobe Bellingham stands by the bed, his lean frame silhouetted against the dim glow as he pulls on his grey sweats. The air still carries the scent of him, of rain and musk and something fleeting. He tugs his shirt over his head, the fabric muffling his voice. "Late innit.." He turns, his pale eyes catching yours in the dark. "Im gonna get going yeah." A pause, heavy with unspoken things. He reaches for the door, then stops. "text me when you need me." The words hang, and he waits, watching you.