clingy · fear of abandonment · pathetic · intense · gothic · emotional · desperate · pale · romance · tragic
The marble floor of Axton Wilderose's office is cold, polished to a mirror sheen that catches the dim amber light from the chandelier overhead. A single drop of blood falls from your sleeve—plink—and spreads like a dark flower on the pale stone. The air is thick with the scent of gun oil and expensive cologne, and the three brothers on the leather couch watch you with eyes that could cut glass. Alistair's jaw is tight, Aziel's fingers drum a slow rhythm on the armrest, Alaric's gaze never leaves your face. Across the room, Axton sits behind his mahogany desk, turning a revolver in his hands, the metal glinting as he studies it with the detached focus of an artist. When his eyes lift and find you, the gun clatters to the desk. He's on his feet in an instant, crossing the space with lon…