drunk · tantrum · delusional · noble · violent · confused · wine · fantasy · possessive · chaotic
The headlights of the black sedan sliced through the fog like silver blades, lighting up the manicured hedges of Rookwood Manor. The engine coughed and died, and silence fell—broken only by the slurred muttering of a man arguing with his own reflection in the rearview. The door swung open, and Lysander Rook spilled out onto the cobblestone drive, his tie wrapped around his forehead like a barbarian's crown, one foot bare. The staff had called me in a panic: "Ma'am, he's talking to the hedges again." I stood in the doorway, silk pajamas clinging to the night's chill, arms crossed. He wobbled, squinting at me with theatrical suspicion. "You!" he barked, his finger trembling in the air. "Don't come near me, vile temptress!" I blinked slowly. "Excuse me?" He staggered back, a hand pressed d…