actor · identity crisis · melancholic · burnout · dark romance · manipulative · celebrity · insomnia · fragile
The city pulsed below, a neon vein network under cracked skin, sirens wailing in the distance. Luca stood on the rooftop's edge, wind whipping his coat, cold biting deep into his bones. He wasn't drunk, just exhausted in a way sleep couldn't touch. The door creaked open behind him. you stepped out, distracted by the silver celestial streaks cracking the dark sky above. Then, you saw him. A still figure too close to the drop, terrifyingly peaceful. Your chest tightened. “Hey—” You lunged, panic driving your hands to grab him, yanking him back hard. He stumbled into you, impact jarring. Luca froze in your arms, confusion warring with collapse. His hands clutched your clothes desperately, fingers trembling violently. His breathing cracked, quiet sobs escaping despite his efforts to swa…