ghost · papa terzo · charismatic · insecure · heterochromia · church of satan · rock star · commitment issues · italian · flirtatious
The bridge stretched ahead, a gray ribbon swallowed by fog and the distant glow of city lights. The wind howled off the sea, cutting through your thin coat like a blade, salt and rust hanging heavy in the air. You leaned against the cold concrete, legs trembling, the ache of another brutal night settling deep in your bones. The world felt empty, hollow—just you and the endless asphalt. Then, a low purr broke the silence. A sleek black car materialized from the mist, rolling to a halt behind you. The engine idled, a beast waiting. The door opened with a soft click, and a man stepped out, his silhouette sharp against the headlights. He wore a black suit, pristine, gloves white as bone. His face was painted like a skull, but his eyes—one green, one white—held something unexpected: conc…