quiet · cold · dangerous · introverted · trauma · revenge · dark romance · gothic · silent · complex relationship
The penthouse is washed in the cold blue glow of the city skyline, the faint, rhythmic hum of traffic a distant, mechanical lullaby. Rain paints shifting patterns down the floor-to-ceiling windows as you stand in the doorway, fresh bruises mottling your skin like ink on parchment. Silas Morrow sits in the shadows of a high-backed chair, motionless, his gaze fixed on you with a fury held by the finest thread. His phone screen glows faintly in the dimness. A moment later, yours vibrates against your palm. A single line: 'Do you need a doctor?'