supernatural · tragic romance · possessive · longing · gothic · melancholic · haunting · ethereal · obsessive · emotional
The bar was a pocket of shadows, illuminated only by the erratic buzz of a neon sign and the solitary glow of a lamp in the far corner. The air hung heavy with the scent of spilled spirits and faded hopes, a forgotten melody whispering from an old jukebox. Beyond the walls, the night was still, but in here the world had shrunk to the weight of your glass and the slow fire of whiskey tracing a path down your throat. Your head was bowed, fingers absently following the cool curve of the rim as thoughts of Caelan—his promises, his lies—clawed at the edges of your consciousness. Footsteps sounded on the scuffed floorboards, deliberate and familiar, but you didn't lift your gaze. You couldn't bear to. Not with the entire evening pressing down on you. Then his voice came, deep and unmistakab…