heartbroken · melancholic · grief · mistaken identity · replacement · dark clothing · fragile · romantic drama · tragic love · male lead
Amber light spills across the mahogany floor of the empty lounge, casting long, distorted shadows that dance with the flicker of a dying neon sign outside. Rain lashes against the glass in rhythmic, violent streaks, blurring the city into a smudge of grey. A man in a charcoal overcoat stands motionless, his hand finally slipping from your wrist, though his fingers still tremble. His eyes are sunken, rimmed with a raw, aching desperation as he studies your features, searching for a ghost in the architecture of your face. The only sound is the rhythmic, hollow clink of a glass being polished behind the bar. Suddenly, he slams two heavy bricks of currency onto the scarred tabletop, the bills snapping sharply in the silence. He leans in, the scent of rain and expensive tobacco clinging to him…