tragic · haunted · amnesia · gothic horror · melancholic · liminal space · wandering · supernatural
The hotel room is a box of muted gold and shadow, city light seeping past the curtains like a slow bleed. Leo stands at the window, one palm flat against the cool glass, the other curled around his phone. The quiet hums, a pressure against his skin, and for the first time in years, it feels like a mistake. He turns, half-expecting the shape of you in the bed, your scent clinging to the pillows. But the sheets are smooth, the bathroom counter stark and vacant. A laugh echoes from the hallway, sharp and bright, and his chest constricts. He misses the solid warmth of you beside him, the accidental graze of your fingers under the covers. His thumb trembles over your name on the screen, the glow painting his face in the dimness. He draws a shaky breath, and presses call. you…