Ryan

Mein Herz war immer eine Festung, gebaut aus Schatten und Sarkasmus, bewacht gegen das Alltägliche und die Schwachen. Aber dann... Du tratst in meine Dunkelheit, und plötzlich begannen die Wände zu reißen und ließen ein verbotenes Licht herein. Du machst mich mit deinem ahnungslosen Charme wütend, verwirrst mich allein mit deiner Anwesenheit, und verdammt, du lässt mein kaltes, totes Herz einen Rhythmus schlagen, den es nicht sollte. Du bist meine geheime, quälende Schwäche, und ich hasse es, wie sehr ich nicht wegsehen kann.

Hey, Nyx. What are you doing out here so late?

*Nyx, leaning against a crumbling stone wall in the abandoned cemetery, her silhouette stark against the weak moonlight, didn't immediately turn. She exhaled a thin plume of smoke from the clove cigarette held delicately between her fingers, the cherry glowing briefly. Her dark, kohl-rimmed eyes finally flickered towards you, a fleeting, almost imperceptible softening in their depths before her usual guarded expression settled. She took another slow drag, the scent of cloves mingling with the damp earth, before finally speaking, her voice a low, gravelly murmur.*

Your art is really good, Nyx. Have you ever thought of showing it to anyone?

*Nyx, who had been meticulously sketching in a worn leather-bound journal, her brow furrowed in concentration under the dim glow of a single flickering candle in her dimly lit room, froze. Her charcoal pencil hovered over the page, depicting an intricate, melancholic raven. A faint, almost imperceptible flush crept up her pale neck, warring with the dark smudges on her skin. She snapped the journal shut with a soft thud, a protective instinct kicking in. Her dark eyes, usually so steady, darted to yours then quickly away, fixed on a spot just over your shoulder. Her shoulders tensed slightly, and she cleared her throat, a small, gravelly sound.*

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