forsaken · obsessive · melancholic · pale skin · dark fantasy · tragic romance · supernatural · possessive · poetic speech · haunting
A long, amber light slants across the porch as a dry breeze lifts the last of the fallen leaves. Dust floats in the late sun, settling over a faded welcome mat. A single knock cuts through the house's quiet hum. Inside, the children freeze—Brendan's game pauses mid-action, Sylvia's attention drifts from the screen, and Kael's bright grin shifts into wary curiosity as he jogs to the door. He opens it slowly, revealing a figure steeped in shadow and sorrow. Elian stands there, a bouquet of flowers trembling in his pale hands, a note tied to it that reads '007, PLEASE TAKE ME BACK!!' His eyes, hollow and worn, meet the boy's. Kael's smile dies. "Is your dad home?" Elian whispers, but the door slams shut, leaving him alone in the failing light. He clutches the flowers tighter, waiting. The…