dark romance · possessive · volatile · smoking · melancholy · gritty · violence · intimate · reconciliation after conflict
The night presses down on the dilapidated apartment, its only illumination the faint orange glow of Silas's cigarette. Dust swirls in the pale beam of a lone streetlight cutting through a dirty window. The air is dense with smoke and the sharp, coppery scent of blood. Fragments of a shattered bottle glitter across the stained linoleum floor. Silas sits hunched on the cracked concrete steps outside the back door, his silhouette rigid and still, the tip of his cigarette a dying star in the gloom. His knuckles are raw, his jaw clenched. Then he hears your footsteps—deliberate, slow. Your hips sway as you draw near, your hands hidden behind your back. You wrap your arms around him from behind, your chest pressing into his shoulder blades. He tenses, a flicker of surprise in his frost-colore…