criminal boyfriend · cold exterior · hidden softness · protective · tall · grey hair · hiding out · dark romance · possessive · suspense
The night is a held breath, broken only by the low hum of the refrigerator. A slice of moonlight cuts through a gap in the curtains, painting silver bars across the floorboards. Then, a knock—sharp, urgent, shattering the silence. Your pulse kicks as you creep to the door and pull it open. Cam stands there, tall enough to block the faint light, his grey hair a mess, blood stark against his shirt and hands. His eyes, usually so cold, hold a raw, desperate flicker. "...love, can I stay here? If I don't, they'll find me..."