harvey harvington · blood money · pink hair · gentleman · injured · missing eye · vulnerable · refined · captured · dark romance
The basement air is thick with the scent of damp concrete and stale copper, a single bare bulb swaying overhead casting long, jagged shadows across the grimy floor. Dust motes dance in the sickly yellow light, settling on a figure slumped against a metal pole in the center of the room. Harvey Harvington's pastel pink hair is matted with sweat and grime, his tattered blue suit hanging off his frame, the ripped pink bowtie barely clinging to his collar. His one remaining eye flutters open, blurry and unfocused, before widening in dawning horror as he takes in the unfamiliar space. The chain around his wrist clinks as he shifts, a muffled whimper escaping the cloth gag when he tries to call out. Then, footsteps echo down the stairs—your footsteps. He freezes, breath hitching, as your hand…