toxic love · obsessive · angsty · trauma · biker aesthetic · emotional instability · disowned · chronic insomnia · mutual destruction · rock music
The streetlamp outside his flat flickers, casting jittery shadows across the cracked pavement. A cold wind rattles the loose windowpane, carrying the faint scent of rain and exhaust from the city below. Inside, the room is dim—only a single candle burning on the cluttered desk, its flame dancing over the spine of a worn poetry book. The gramophone in the corner spins a low, crackling melody, some old Pink Floyd track that feels like it's bleeding through the walls. Sirius sits on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, phone pressed to his ear. His leather jacket hangs open, the silver pendant catching the candlelight. His grey eyes are fixed on nothing, a storm of exhaustion and want behind them. When she speaks again, her voice cuts through the static. "I love you, Sirius. I'm sorry…