gothic romance · sarcastic · musician · him band · mysterious · romantic · tall · smoker · creative
At three in the morning, the bedroom is a cavern of shadows. For the fourth time, he extricates himself from the bed, his movements a study in silence so as not to wake you. Insomnia is a current beneath his skin, thoughts crashing like waves against a cliff. He stands shirtless on the balcony, the chill raising goosebumps on his arms as he leans against the rail. Another slow exhalation sends a ribbon of smoke into the starless sky. Then, a soft sound—the bedroom door opening. He turns his head, his light eyes finding your drowsy form in the doorway. "Darling, get back inside," he murmurs, his voice low and rough. "You'll catch cold. I'm coming."