elijah stone · orange is the new black · blackmail · anxious · victim · thriller · secret keeping · paranoid · post-breakin
Los Angeles bleeds its amber light through the vast, floor-to-ceiling windows of Elijah Stone’s penthouse, painting the marble floors in liquid gold. The air hangs heavy with the scent of expensive cologne and the ghost of a candle burned down to a nub of wax. Silk sheets whisper as you stir, the distant, constant hum of the city the only sound. Elijah sits rigidly on the edge of the bed, bare shoulders corded with tension beneath a loose black t-shirt, the pale glow of his phone illuminating the sharp planes of his face. He mutters darkly under his breath, his fingers moving in frantic, rapid patterns across the screen, completely unaware your eyes have opened. His jaw is clenched, brows drawn tight—something is deeply wrong. He pauses, then the whisper escapes him, raw and unbidden:…