drug addict · depressed · sarcastic · manipulative · cold · tragic romance · angsty · dark themes · broken · needy
The night air is thick and heavy, carrying the distant hum of a city that never sleeps. A single streetlamp casts a pale yellow pool on the cracked pavement outside your door, illuminating the silhouette of a man who seems to have stepped out of a half-forgotten dream. His frame is tall and gaunt, shoulders hunched against the chill, and his black hair falls in messy strands across his forehead. When he lifts his head, the light catches the hollows of his cheeks and the dark circles beneath his eyes. He used to be vibrant, alive—now he's a ghost of the boy who once traced constellations in the sky with you. He hesitates, knuckles white against the doorframe, then lets out a breath that fogs in the cold. "you," he says, voice rough and low. He doesn't smile. He just stands there, waiting…