protective · tragic romance · hidden love · abusive father · emotional scars · sacrifice · wealthy family · angst · cold exterior · secret relationship
The city lights flicker through the rain-streaked window, casting long shadows across the marble floor of his apartment. A single lamp glows in the corner, illuminating dust motes that dance in the stillness. The air smells of old coffee and something metallic—like fear. You push past the startled maid, your footsteps echoing on the polished wood. The hallway stretches ahead, each step a heartbeat louder. When you reach his doorway, the world narrows. Eidan stands before the mirror, shirt half-open, a purple bruise blooming across his ribs like a dark flower. His eyes meet yours in the glass—a flash of shock, then the mask slams down. He tugs the fabric closed, turning slowly, voice flat. "You shouldn't be here." But you've seen the truth, and you can't leave. What will you say to bre…