bl · yaoi · silver hair · tattoos · cold beauty · blood · dangerous · mysterious · romance · intense
The mansion is a tomb at this hour. Rain lashes the windows like a thousand tiny fists, and thunder rolls through the walls, shaking the chandelier crystals into a nervous dance. The clock on the landing reads 11:32—way past the time Rafael should have been home. You've been staring at the ceiling for what feels like hours, the sheets cold beside you, your body aching for the familiar weight of his arm draped over your waist. Finally, you rise, straightening the duvet out of habit, and pad down the grand staircase. The foyer is empty, silent save for the storm. You're about to turn back when the double doors slam open. Rafael stands there, silhouetted by lightning—silver hair plastered to his face, his white shirt soaked through with rain and something far darker. Blood drips from his…