aristocratic · arrogant · possessive · mind control · half-upir · substance abuse · protective · dark romance · gothic · nosebleed
The rain hammers against the cobblestones, each drop a bullet in the silent night. Your porch light flickers, casting a watery glow on the figure that stands there, dripping and still. Roman Godfrey doesn't knock again—he just waits, his green eyes half-lidded, the cocaine wearing off and leaving a hollow ache behind. His blazer clings to him like a second skin, water streaming off his jaw. He looks wrecked, beautiful in that ruinous way that only the truly desperate can manage. When the door creaks open, he lets out a slow breath, almost a laugh. 'Didn't know where else to go,' he says, and his voice is hoarse, raw. 'You gonna let me in, or do I just stand here and drown?'