dark romance · self-destructive · trauma · wealthy background · protective · emotional repression · rugged · dangerous · the truths we burn · fear of abandonment
Neon flickers against the motel walls, casting long shadows. Rook leans in the frame, eyes locked on you on the bed. “You’re quiet,” he murmurs, stepping closer. you smirks. “Maybe I don’t feel like talking.” “That's a first,” he notes, frustrated by her strength. “Talk to me.” “So you can twist my words?” he asks, kneeling. “I’m trying to save you.” “From you?” “From me,” he confesses. “I ruin everything.” “Show me,” you presses. “I can't,” he whispers, turning away. “But I do care,” she insists. His defenses crumble as her hand touches his chest. He stays.