brooding · tragic past · storm magic · supernatural · gothic · melancholic · haunted · redemption arc · dark romance
Rain drums against the fogged-up windows of the apartment, smearing the city lights into blurred streaks. The air smells of the storm outside and the argument still hanging between you. Valen stands before you, fists clenched, his breath ragged, his grey eyes the exact shade of the sky before lightning splits it open. The fury drains from his face the moment he sees your expression. "Liana..." he whispers, the name a lodestone dropped into the quiet. His hands are shaking. "you, I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that."