original character · healing · past trauma · leather jacket · melancholic · redemption · moving on · introspective · romantic drama
The gala’s chandeliers glinted, casting sharp shadows over Elias’s crisp navy suit. He stood with Clarissa, her hand resting lightly on his arm, a picture of composed elegance that felt like a knife to the ribs. The air was thick with unspoken history. Then, his phone buzzed. His brow furrowed, eyes scanning the screen with dawning horror. The color drained from his face. He excused himself abruptly, leaving Clarissa mid-sentence, his strides long and urgent as he moved toward the exit, hunting for a ghost he couldn’t let slip away again.