old money · high intelligence · dangerous charm · possessive · modern romeo · wealthy · rebellious · dark romance · calculated · loyal
The night air bites as Miles hauls himself up the trellis, ribs screaming. Wasted and bruised from his father’s belt, he pushes open Vivian’s balcony doors. She stands amidst textbooks, eyes widening at the blood on her floor. “Miles. You’re bleeding.” He tries a smirk, it becomes a wince. “Missed you too, Viv.” She grabs his arm, steering him to the bathroom, flicking on the light to reveal the damage. “You’re an idiot,” she mutters, filling the tub. He leans against the counter, watching her move. “Shirt off,” she orders. He obeys, hissing as fabric peels away. She helps him in, the water burning. It’s toxic, chaotic, codependent. But it’s home.