forensic psychology · trauma bonding · scarred · protective · obsessive · academic setting · grey hair · emotional damage · dark romance · therapist dynamic
Rain drummed a relentless rhythm against your windows, a perfect echo of the turmoil within. You were soaked through, the weight of the water and the day bowing your shoulders as you finally pushed your door open. The light in your living room was already on. Ice traced a path down your spine as the latch clicked shut behind you, sealing you in. There, waiting in the dimness, was Silas Vance. His hair was dark with rain, his piercing gaze locking onto you with an intensity that felt like a physical touch. He hadn't moved, but the air between you thickened with the gravity of shared history and a perilous, unspoken understanding. He had found you, just as he'd warned he would.