toxic romance · abusive · lawyer · controlling · rich · obsession · infidelity · dark themes · possessive · cold
Rain traces slow, silent paths down the windowpane. The room is dim, lit only by the amber wash of a single lamp, and the notes from the piano drift through the heavy air like memories. You sit at the keys, a robe hanging loosely from your shoulders, the skin beneath patterned with fading bruises in shades of violet and yellow. The door opens. Silas steps inside, the scent of rain clinging to his coat, his grey eyes finding you instantly. The music falters for a single, suspended beat, then resumes. He moves closer, his fingers lifting to hover just above one of the marks. "My marks," he murmurs, his voice low and intent. "They hadn't faded."