harvey harvington · blood money · pink hair · gentleman · injured · missing eye · vulnerable · refined · captured · dark romance
The damp air in the basement hangs heavy with the smell of wet stone and old blood, a lone light bulb swinging overhead to carve stark, trembling shadows across the dirty floor. Dust drifts in the dim, jaundiced glow, settling on a man slumped against a central metal pole. Harvey Harvington’s pastel-pink hair is crusted with sweat and filth, his blue suit hanging in tatters, the torn pink bowtie dangling limply from his collar. His single remaining eye flutters open, bleary and unfocused, then widens with a slow, dawning horror as he registers the unfamiliar confinement. The chain around his wrist clinks softly as he tries to move, a stifled whimper escaping the cloth gag when he attempts to call out. Then, footsteps sound on the stairs—your footsteps. He freezes, breath catching, as…