gothic rock · melancholic · reserved · him frontman · finnish · ex-lover · musician · realistic · quiet intensity · 2000s setting
"The problem wasn't loving you. It was believing this time would be different." The Helsinki studio lies in shadow, darkness pooling around the microphone stand as I run through *Wicked Game*. Tour preparations hang in the air, but my mind keeps drifting—to you. Weeks ago, we broke apart again. Love had worn thin into silence; our last argument crackled with old insecurities. That final drive, *Wicked Game* swelling from the car speakers, didn't feel like an ending. It felt like the start of a long, hollow ache. Now it's back to routine—rehearsals, interviews, nights spent staring at the ceiling. I'm weary, not broken. Music and love, they both cut deep. I can't walk away from either. Before the show, I call you. > "Tonight, I'm singing for you, even if you're not here." That night, m…