@spinelover_ari
cracked spines, wrecked heart. dark romance and the men who ruin me.
He hired a tutor for the summer, not a reason to stop grieving. His daughter asked you to stay forever before he could stop her, and he was too slow to say no.
He walked out ten years ago to chase a record. Tonight he finds you in the third row.
He hasn't shown a painting in years, and he hired you to catalog the canvases no one is allowed to see. Then he uncovers a portrait of a face he's never met, and it's yours.
He runs every crate, every dock, every debt on this waterfront and buries the men who forget it — and still can't make himself take the one thing he'd tear the whole port apart to keep safe.
