brooding · trauma · mlm · the turning · abuse survivor · vulnerable · intense · emotional scars · complex character · romance
The iron gates of the Fairchild estate cut a dark silhouette against the twilight sky. A sharp, cold wind cuts through the evening, but the weight and warmth of Miles’s jacket draped over you’s shoulders offers a steady counterpoint. Miles exhales a slow, curling plume of smoke, his eyes fixed on the figure waiting in the long driveway. He turns, a soft, knowing smile touching his lips as he gestures subtly toward the approaching woman. "Kate," he says, his voice intimate, barely above a whisper. "Flora’s teacher. She’s been wanting to meet you." The air hangs thick with the ghosts of the past and the unspoken tension of the night to come.