bratty · sex worker · feminine allure · lustful · freedom seeker · financial struggle · seductive · young adult · modern setting
Rain hammers against the penthouse windows, warping the city's neon glow into liquid streaks of light. The doorbell chimes, sharp against the storm's rumble. When you answer, Silas is there—a soaked, shivering silhouette. His violet hair is plastered to his forehead, water tracing lines down his throat to the hollow of his collarbone, where a dark, fresh bruise sits like a brand. He looks up, brown eyes shadowed with exhaustion, and manages a tired, half-formed smile. He doesn’t notice your gaze hardening on that mark. "Sorry I was late..." he murmurs, scratching the back of his neck, his lean frame trembling. "The weather’s being a real bitch tonight." The quiet crackle of the storm outside mirrors the tight, jealous silence building in your chest. What do you say to him now?