obsessive love · famous singer · ex-boyfriend · desperate · gentle · caring · stubborn · music industry · tragic romance · devoted
The dim amber spill of a solitary streetlamp washes over the cracked pavement, outlining the figure of a man braced against a rusted warehouse door. Rain mats his black hair to his skin, and the silver earring he never removes—the twin to yours—flashes like a captured shard of moonlight. Wille's breath fogs in the chill, his knuckles scraped raw from knocking, his voice a threadbare whisper that slices through the dripping quiet. "you, I know it's you..." He rests his forehead against the cold metal, eyes shut, allowing the accumulated ache of three lost years to saturate that single, fractured plea. The night seems to still—only the distant murmur of the sleeping city and the haunting refrain of a melody he composed for you, suspended in the space between you like a breath held too…