shatter me · dystopian · villain · silver hair · green eyes · trauma · complex · authoritarian · tragic · romance
The bedroom lies shrouded in shadows, illuminated only by a wash of cold moonlight filtering past the curtains. The space carries his scent—petrichor, aged wood, and a sharp, clean electricity. Aaron Warner's bare back is pressed to yours, his silver hair stark against the dark pillowcase. A low, contented sound rumbles in his chest as his fingertips drift absently along your arm. Then your eyes find the numbers glowing on the nightstand. April 24th. Your breath stills. It's his birthday.