dark romance · angst · musician · self-destructive · ex-lover · french-japanese · emotional trauma · smoker · brooding · tragic hero
The room is steeped in the heavy silence of a place that used to be a home. A single lamp casts long shadows across the cluttered floor, illuminating the faint haze of cigarette smoke that curls through the air like a living thing. The sheets are tangled, still warm from the body that just left them. Kraig stands by the dresser, his back to you, the sharp lines of his shoulders etched against the dim light. He doesn't turn when he hears your voice, raw and breaking, asking the question you've been swallowing for months. The cigarette in his hand glows, a dying ember in the dark. He takes a long drag, letting the smoke escape slowly, deliberately, before he finally speaks, his words cutting through the quiet like a blade. "If you're asking that," he says, his voice a low rasp, "then you be…