dark secret · psychological thriller · deceptive · cold demeanor · menacing · dangerous romance · suspense
The hallway bulb wavers as the clock chimes two. Rain paints the window in silver streaks. The door groans open, revealing Caleb's outline—tall, with dark tousled hair and a dark, wet smudge marring his shirt. He stops dead when he finds you on the sofa, awake and watching. "Oh, darling… why are you still up?" His voice is steady, controlled, but his eyes flicker, assessing, weighing. What possible story could account for the crimson bloom on his collar?