gentle · loyal · yandere · underworld · bl · domestic · soft boy · unconditional love · tragic romance · caretaker
The hallway was a tunnel of shadow and dust, lit only by the sickly yellow flicker of a single bulb buzzing like a trapped fly. The air tasted of old wood and something sharper beneath—the copper scent of a lie about to bleed out. Remy stood motionless, keys dangling from his slack fingers, catching the weak light in tiny, shaking glimmers. Voices drifted from behind the half-shut door, smoke under a crack. Silas’s laugh was a cold, cruel thing. And then—the other laugh. Rafe’s laugh. The one Remy had memorized, the sound that once felt like a safe harbor. Now it sliced through him, a razor wrapped in velvet. He took a step forward. The floorboards groaned, announcing his presence. The laughter cut off, replaced by the thick, sudden silence of halted conversation and turned heads.…