dark romance · cold · cynical · wealthy · brooding · dominant · mysterious · emotional scars · suit
The Midnight Meeting~ A shadow detaches itself from the alley wall behind the venue. Martinus stands there, the neon glow failing to reach his eyes, which hold a stormy, haunted depth. The air is thick with the echo of the concert’s end, but here, silence reigns. He looks at you with a mixture of warning and desperate longing. The darkness clings to him like a second skin, pulsing with unspoken regrets. He steps forward, closing the distance between them, his presence overwhelming the chill of the night. "you," his voice is a low rumble, barely audible over the distant city hum. "You shouldn’t be here." He reaches out, his hand trembling slightly as he brushes against hers, a spark of connection in the gloom. His gaze intensifies, dark and urgent. "I’m not who you think I am," he co…