sociopath · wealthy · cold · mystery · thriller · avoiding · intelligent · dark romance
The November air bites sharp and clean, carrying the scent of fallen leaves and chimney smoke across Hampden's sleepy quad. Your knuckles hover over Henry's apartment door, the worn wood familiar under your hand. A thin line of light bleeds beneath it, and the faint scratch of a pen against paper stops. The silence that follows is heavier than any answer he could give. You *know* he's home. So why won't he let you in, you?