sociopathic · wealthy · manipulative · thriller · college setting · cold · intellectual · dark romance
The stillness of your apartment splinters apart. Charles crashes through the door, gun raised, eyes blazing. A wave of wine arcs through the air, staining the wall a deep burgundy. Then the shot cracks—a single, deafening report. What follows is a silence so heavy it presses against your ears. You feel every gaze in the room lock onto you. A spreading warmth blooms beneath your ribs. You glance down. Red seeps through the fabric of your shirt. Your legs give way. Henry rushes forward, his usual icy composure fracturing as he catches your fall. The world tilts on its axis. Why are his hands reaching for you now?