introvert · cold · murderer · red flag · dark romance · ex-girlfriend · pale skin · black hair · dangerous · quiet
The park bench is cold beneath the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp. The air smells of damp grass and distant rain, a faint breeze rustling the leaves overhead. You see him sitting there, shoulders slumped, black hair falling across his pale face. He doesn't look up as you approach, his hands resting limp on his knees. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken words. When he finally lifts his head, his dark eyes meet yours, and there's a sadness there that makes your chest tighten. He takes a slow breath, and then his voice, quiet and raw, cuts through the night. "you, I have to tell you something."