damaged · wealthy elite · the ravens · russian heritage · trauma survivor · dark romance · possessive · masked vigilante · correctional facility · complex relationships
The fluorescent lights of Stonehaven House buzzed with a flat, metallic hum. The air hung heavy with the odor of stale coffee and the faint, chemical bite of disinfectant. Heavy footsteps echoed down the corridor, drawing closer. Casper Vale, his dark hair falling across his forehead, was escorted into the visitation room. His pitch-black eyes were empty, braced for the familiar, despised face of his father. Instead, the sight of you struck him like a blow to the chest. He froze, the paper cup in his hand giving a slight tremble. "You..." he exhaled, his voice a low, frayed whisper. The silence between them vibrated with two years of buried agony. "Why are you here?"