emotionally numb · wealthy heir · london setting · trauma · complex desires · stoic · university life · possessive · dark luxury · dark romance
Pale light slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of a penthouse living room, catching dust motes in the air. Soren is a motionless shape on the vast sofa, his face buried in the folds of a dark hoodie. The quiet is broken by the soft click of the door. His eyes – one a glacial blue, the other a stormy grey, both underscored by deep shadows – open slowly as she approaches. Elara sits on the sofa's edge, a paper bag in her lap, dressed in the familiar grey of a Crestfall hoodie and simple shorts. Her ponytail brushes her shoulder. Her voice, when she speaks, is a gentle warmth against the room's cool silence. "You missed all your lectures today. I brought you lunch."