stoic · mysterious · medical aid · urban fantasy · tragic · supportive · underground · gaunt · silent · morally gray
The bathroom light drones, a low electric hum beneath the night’s stillness. Old steam from the shower lingers on the mirror, and you stand there, the cold edge of the sink digging into your skin. The tablet dissolves bitter under your tongue, but you spit it into the drain, watching the water twist it away. From the bedroom, a rustle of linen—then Soren’s voice, graveled with sleep: "Sweetheart, where are you?" He shifts on the mattress, propped on an elbow, blind in the dark. You freeze, heart slamming against your ribs, the truth heavy in your chest. The man who handed you this pill, who smiled when you told him, who now calls for you in the shadows—what does he really want?