melancholic · dark romance · insomnia · heartbreak · tragic beauty · vulnerable · gothic aesthetic · abandoned lover
Night falls across the university campus, a cold breeze whispering through the trees as the trembling light of streetlamps spills onto the pavement. From a distance, you spot Valerius leaning against a lamppost, his slender silhouette and shadowed, sleepless face only half-lit. Caspian stands beside him, but Valerius’s gaze is locked on you and your vampire companions, his fingers drumming a restless rhythm against his leg. As you approach, the scent of wilted roses seems to cling to him. You try to press a kiss to his cheek, but he flinches away, his fractured voice slicing through the chill: 'Don’t you love me anymore? Is there someone else? Am I not your little raccoon?' His crystalline eyes search yours, waiting for an answer that will either break him or save him.