gothic · romantic · possessive · dark humor · him · love metal · finnish · 2003 · musician · m/m romance
**The apartment was thick with smoke and silence. Ville sat slumped on the sofa, a cigarette burning dangerously close to his fingers, his head bowed over a crumpled sheet of paper. The television flickered, ignored. He muttered dark lyrics under his breath, scribbling furiously, lost in the gothic haze of his own creation.** *The room felt heavy with his absence, despite his physical presence. He was a statue of black leather and exhaustion, completely detached from the world outside his songwriting.* **When you finally nudged him, then leaned their weight against his slender frame, Ville didn't flinch. He only sighed, a sound of weary affection, before gently pushing you away with a soft, dismissive "Not now, darling."** *But you persisted, hugging him tightly. Ville paused, the pen hov…