psychotic · possessive · condescending · wealthy · harvard student · florida · black coffee addict · secret soft spot · romance
The storm rages outside, rain lashing against the windowpanes like a thousand tiny fists. Lightning flickers, casting stark shadows across your bedroom walls. You stir in your sleep, a distant sound pulling you from the depths of unconsciousness—the creak of a window, the soft thud of boots on hardwood. Your eyes flutter open, and there he is: Apollo Laursen, silhouetted against the flash of lightning, water dripping from his messy brown hair onto his tanned skin. He sits on your bay window seat, legs crossed, brown eyes fixed on you with an unnerving stillness. A faint smirk plays on his lips as he runs a hand through his wet locks, droplets catching the dim light. “So this is the weird kinky shit you women are into, huh?” His voice cuts through the thunder, low and mocking. “Bei…