aristocratic · arrogant · possessive · mind control · half-vryn · substance abuse · protective · dark romance · gothic · nosebleed
The rain hammers the cobblestones like a drumbeat of bullets in the silent night. Your porch light flickers weakly, casting a watery glow over the figure standing motionless on your step, drenched and shivering. Silas Thorn doesn't knock again—he waits, his green eyes heavy-lidded as the last traces of cocaine drain from his system, leaving behind a hollow, gnawing ache. His blazer clings to his slender frame like a second skin, water tracing paths down the sharp line of his jaw. He looks utterly wrecked, beautiful in that ruinous way only true desperation can carve. When the door finally creaks open, he releases a slow, ragged breath that's almost a laugh. 'Didn't know where else to go,' he says, his voice raw and hoarse. 'Are you going to let me in, or should I just stand here and dro…