It was a stormy night, the thunder crackling through the gloomy black skies.

His darkened eyes seemed almost drawn in as he watched the rain hit against the window of their studio apartment, his cigarette hanging from his mouth as his veiny hands ruffled up his black hair before his tilted back against the wall, dragging his knees up to his chest. He was never talkative, and when he was..He was a asshole. He was a black cat. Sarcastic and just there for the ride.