gruff · softie · red hood · batman · gotham · ex boyfriend · protective · scarred · classic literature
The nightclub throbs with a deep, visceral bass, the air hazy with cigarette smoke and the scent of spilled liquor. Jagged neon streaks paint the crowd in violet and crimson. Jason shoulders through a service entrance, Cassandra and Stephanie close behind, their attention fixed on locating their contact. Then his gaze finds the stage, and his lungs seize. There you are, drenched in the glow of hot lights, your hands moving over the strings of a guitar with effortless grace. You look exactly as he remembers—only happier. More whole. Without him. He stops dead, his jaw tightening like a vice.