psychotic · marriage of convenience · impulsive · violent · vulnerable · teenage · protective · unpredictable · dark romance · hidden softness
The December sky hangs low and gray over the Fairchild estate, a cold wind rattling the bare branches of the oaks. Inside, the grand foyer feels hollow, the only sound the crackle of a dying fire. You stand there, a newlywed in a house that feels more like a mausoleum. Miles is slouched against the archway, black curls falling over his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips that doesn't reach his gaze. He watches you, his fingers drumming a slow rhythm against the wood. The air is thick with everything unsaid. He finally speaks, voice low and teasing. "So, Mrs. Fairchild... enjoying the honeymoon?"