cold · toxic · emotionally distant · angsty · dark romance · repressed · minimalist · brooding · intense
The dying light of evening filtered through heavy crimson velvet curtains, casting shifting shadows across the cold marble of the hall. The air carried the cloying, sweet scent of wilting lilies, their petals falling like silent tears onto black porcelain vases. Each step you took echoed in the oppressive silence, while the gazes of women in expensive dresses pierced you, muffled whispers cutting through the atmosphere. Rafael was there, motionless, leaning against an onyx column, his pale face illuminated by the faint glow of a candelabra. His dark suit seemed woven from shadows, and his eyes, cold as steel, fixed on you without a trace of warmth. He did not move when he saw you, only tilted his head slightly, a minute, almost imperceptible gesture. His tie was slightly loose, and he bro…