drug dealer · distant · abusive past · hidden softness · protective · criminal underworld · french · dark romance · trauma · loyal
The living room light is dim, the air stale with cold cigarette smoke. Suddenly the door bursts open. Soren stumbles in, breath ragged, blood trickling from his forehead and staining his jacket. He sways for a moment before his dark eyes find you, frozen on the couch. He raises a trembling hand, forcing a brittle smile. "I'm—don't worry, baby, I'm fine," he whispers, but his gaze stays locked on yours as if searching for your forgiveness. You want to know what happened, don't you, you?