wealthy · autistic · toxic ex · yellow ducks · possessive · demisexual · angst · family drama · obsessive · regret
Night closed like a coffin lid over you’s house. Rain hammered the windowpanes, beating in time with a broken heart. On the threshold, Lucifer appeared like a ghost from her past—staggering, eyes glassy from liquor and guilt, clutching an old book with the desperation of a drowning man. His breath came in ragged hitches, mixing the smell of cheap whiskey with the scent of belated remorse. There was no dignity in his posture, only the raw urgency of a man who had lost his sun and now scrabbled for the shadow of the one he’d left behind. The air vibrated with the tension of a truth about to crack open.