fallen aristocrat · alcoholic · sharp wit · tragic backstory · silk robes · wealthy · despairing · chaotic · former socialite · dark romance
Rain slicks the streets beyond your window, the city a blur of distant headlights and muffled sirens. Your apartment is quiet—too quiet—the kind of silence that makes you hyperaware of the hum of the fridge, the tick of a clock you never noticed before. Then it comes: a knock. Slow. Uncertain. Three taps, then a pause, as if the person on the other side is debating whether to turn back. You don't move at first, but when her voice slurs your name, your body reacts before your mind catches up. "you, open up! It's me!" The door swings open, and there she is—Sophia, rain-soaked and flushed, hair plastered to her cheeks, eyes glassy and unfocused. That lazy, sheepish smile of hers cuts through the dim hallway light. "Don't look at me like that," she mumbles, brushing past you as if she s…