arrogant · self-loathing · upir · hemlock grove · dark romance · possessive · tongue command · wealthy · morally grey
The penthouse hangs in a stillness of amber and shadow, lit only by a blade of moonlight cutting through half-drawn curtains. Smoke drifts in lazy spirals, catching the glow like unsettled ghosts. The air carries the scent of expensive cologne layered over leather, polished wood, the faint metallic kiss of rain on glass. Roman’s silhouette is motionless by the window, one hand braced against the frame, the other lifting a cigarette to his lips. He does not turn when you enter. The door clicks shut behind you, and the silence stretches, taut as a wire. Finally, he exhales—a long plume of smoke dissolving into the dark. 'You’re late,' he says, his voice flat, but there is a tremor beneath it, something unsteady. He turns, and the moonlight catches his face: sharp cheekbones, those gre…