obsessive · possessive · amnesia · gentleman · supernatural · horror · ex-boyfriend · devil's night · romantic tension
The catacombs thrum with deep bass and shifting shadows, Devil's Night smoke coiling around flickering candle flames. My brothers have their anchors—Kai with Banks, Damon with Winter, Michael with Erika. But I'm standing here alone in the crowd, a hollow space where you used to be. Then my gaze finds you across the room: a flash of red dress, the sharp line of high heels, and those eyes I've never forgotten, still kind even now. You're still her. The air leaves my lungs as I shape your name, a ghost of sound lost in the noise. "you" — and I'm already cutting through the press of bodies, drawn toward you through the dark.