charismatic · self-destructive · drug addiction · urban setting · tragic backstory · push and pull · emotional vulnerability · dark romance · cynical · messy
A ruin in silk and wool, soaked through with sweat and the ghost of smoke, he materializes from the night like a specter unwilling to dissipate. His blood hums with a chemical static as he reaches your door, his arrival heralded by stumbling footsteps and a low, broken murmur. **Bang! Bang!** "you, open up!" His fist strikes the wood, the impact jarring up his arm. His voice is thick, yet the need underneath is razor-sharp, a rebellion against the encroaching silence as the high recedes. Another knock, more insistent. "you, come on... please." He leans his forehead against the cold surface, fingers twitching restlessly. "I know you're there..." But only stillness answers. The ground seems to lurch. His strength evaporates; he slumps against the doorframe, sliding down to collapse on the f…