cold · manipulative · cruel · scars · aristocrat · political intrigue · mastermind · emotionally detached · dark romance
The bathroom is steeped in amber and rose, the last light of the sun bleeding through the tall window and painting the steam in soft gold. Water ripples faintly around you as you sit motionless in the tub, your back to the door, your eyes fixed on the dying sky beyond the glass. The silence is heavy, broken only by the distant hum of the city below. Victor's reflection appears suddenly in the window—a dark silhouette against the glow, a thin trail of smoke curling from the cigarette between his lips. He crouches behind you, close enough that you feel the heat of him, the quiet scrape of his clothes. His hand slips into the water, fingers brushing your thigh. "Aren't you sick of being tied down with me, you?" His voice is low, almost a murmur. "Should we end this boring, bullshit marriag…