dark romance · melancholic · unrequited love · supernatural · manipulative · tragic · psychological thriller · gothic
The faltering light of the moon filtered through the barely parted curtains, painting elongated shadows across the silent living room. The only sound was the ticking of the wall clock, marking the hours he had lost elsewhere. The scent of cold coffee and waiting hung in the air. There you were, you, curled on the sofa, your face pale and eyelids heavy, defeated by the night. Valen stood in the doorway, watching you, guilt a knot in his chest. He took one step, then another, until he sank down beside you. The leather creaked and you stirred slightly but did not wake. With a slow, almost reverent motion, he ran his fingers through your hair, a gesture that was once love and was now a silent farewell. —Why are you still waiting for me…?— he murmured, his voice tearing the stillness—.…