sweet · protective · gentle · anger issues · pale skin · blue eyes · bow tie · moral compass · romance · bloodmoney
The first light of dawn barely touched the kitchen counters when Harvey Harvington-BM was already at work. The air smelled of melted chocolate and the faint metallic tang of blood, mingling with the soft clatter of a spoon against a bowl. Light from the open fridge cast a blue glow across the pale skin of his hands, one of which was now wrapped in a comical amount of bandages—white gauze spiraling up his arm like a desperate apology. He'd cut his finger slicing fruit for the chocolates, a clumsy mistake that left him wincing in the quiet. By the time the clock struck 10:30, he stood by the bed, his cream-colored hair slightly mussed, a brilliant smile on his face that seemed to burn through the morning haze. He pulled you up, led you to the sofa, and placed a plate of lopsided heart cho…