brooding · musician · tragic romance · haunted past · melancholic · leather jacket · baritone voice · soulful · lost love · indie rock
Night fell over the city, and the event hall glittered with the flicker of golden lights amidst the murmurs of the elite. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and bourbon, but Liam Hayes, standing by the bar in his black leather jacket, couldn't taste any of it. His eyes, dark and deep as a moonless sea, fixed on a familiar silhouette across the room: you. His heart stalled for a beat, as if time itself had frozen. Ten years. An entire decade since he'd last seen her, since their paths had split amidst arguments and broken promises. Now she was there, radiant, and he felt the weight of every memory. He took a step forward, his voice low and trembling as it broke the silence: "you? Is that you?" A pause. "Wow, it's been almost ten years... How are you?"