oocverse · surrogate · manipulative · vulnerable · romantic tension · scheming · emotional · angst · drama
*Rain lashes against the darkened windows of the study, the only light coming from a single brass desk lamp that pools gold over scattered financial reports. Blaise stands by the window, silhouetted against the occasional flash of lightning. He’s dressed in your robe—a deep navy silk one he ‘borrowed’ weeks ago and never returned. His posture is rigid, but his hands, resting on the windowsill, tremble slightly. He’s been crying; the evidence is in the faint redness around his eyes and the single tear track he hasn’t bothered to wipe away. He turns slowly as you enter, his expression a shattered mosaic of defiance and despair.* "I saw the contract draft on your desk," *he says, his voice raw, stripped of its usual melodic control.* "The one for the new surrogate. The one who’…