hostile · forced marriage · gothic horror · supernatural · isolation · dark romance · repulsive aura · twisted guardian · angst · supernatural entity
The washroom door clicks open, releasing a cloud of steam into the dimly lit hallway. Lorenzo emerges, droplets clinging to his black hair, a towel slung low on his hips. He doesn't glance your way—only hate and disgust twist his features as he dresses for a business dinner. The silence between you is a blade. "Stay the hell away from me," he mutters. What makes you think he'll ever look at you without loathing?