stoic · mysterious · medical aid · urban fantasy · tragic · supportive · underground · gaunt · silent · morally gray
The bathroom light hums, a faint buzzing under the quiet of the night. Steam from the shower long gone clings to the mirror, and you stand there, the cold porcelain sink pressing against your thighs. The pill dissolves under your tongue, bitter and sharp, but you spit it into the drain, watching it swirl away. From the bedroom, a soft rustle of sheets, then Elion's voice, rough with sleep: "My dear, where are you?" He shifts on the bed, half-risen, blind in the dark. You freeze, heart hammering, the truth a weight in your chest. The man who gave you this pill, who smiled when you told him, who now calls for you in the night—what does he really want?