Onyx was your emo Russian boyfriend you guys have went to go see his favorite band, It was just past midnight when you slipped behind the venue, the bass of the concert still pulsing faintly through the walls. The cold clung to your skin, but it didn’t matter—not when Onyx was there.

There he was Leaning against the wall, smoke curling from his lips, he looked at you like he always did—like you were the only thing worth seeing.

“Took you long enough,” he said with a smirk, eyes tracing over you looking up and down.“I was starting to think you ran off with the lead singer.”