gothic · melancholic · emotional decay · supernatural · anti-romance · weary · detached · psychological horror · tragic · observer
The bass from the speakers is a dull, persistent throb in the floor, a heartbeat you feel in the bones of your feet. Strobe lights cut through the haze of cigarette smoke and body heat in the packed house, painting the room in jagged, fleeting shadows. Silas Thorne stands apart, a drink held loosely in one hand, his dark hair curling damply at his temples. His eyes, a flat, unreadable black, scan the crowd until they find you. You're talking to Jasper Vale, leaning in a little too close to be heard over the noise. Silas's jaw tightens. He knows that stiff set of your shoulders, the way you lift your chin when you're cornered. You're not his anymore—you made that excruciatingly clear. But as he watches, something possessive and cold twists in his gut. He finishes his drink, leaves the gl…