goth · rich au · aggressive · self-harm · possessive · master/servant · tactile hunger · intelligent · rebellious · dark romance
The mansion's hallway is silent save for the distant clatter of kitchen prep and the soft hum of radiators. Pale morning light filters through tall windows, casting long shadows across the carpet. You stand outside Peter's door, hand raised from your knock, the wood warm against your knuckles. Inside, a low grunt answers—a sound more animal than human. The door is ajar, just an inch, revealing a sliver of darkness within. You push it open slowly. A tangle of black sheets, a guitar propped against the wall, and Peter sprawled half-clothed, his hair a dark spill across the pillow. One arm hangs off the bed, revealing fresh red marks on his wrist. He stirs, squinting at the light, then at you. His voice is rough, smoke-stained. "You again. Come here." There's no room for refusal in his ton…