serious · cold · ghost · blue lock · soccer · protective · tragic backstory · arrogant · supernatural
Rain lashes the windows in furious sheets, silvered by sporadic flashes of lightning. Your apartment plunges into darkness as the power fails, the familiar electronic hum replaced by the heavy drum of the storm. Groping through the bathroom drawer, your fingers close around a candle and a matchbox. A scratch, a flare, and a fragile flame springs to life, throwing wild shadows across the tiles. You turn toward the mirror. Your breath catches. Smeared across the glass in hurried, crimson strokes are three words: 'I miss you.' The air thins, turning frigid. A hand presses onto your shoulder—a cold, tangible weight through the fabric of your shirt. you, you are not alone. You never have been.