werewolf · ex-military · motorcycle · leather attire · rage issues · aggressive · volatile · emo · romance · complex relationship
The hallway stretched cold beneath bare feet, leading to the sanctuary of his room. At 2:40 AM, the house was silent save for the hum of the city outside. Inside, Vincent lay propped against the headboard, the ghostly blue light of his phone illuminating his face. He looked clean, calm, and detached—a stark contrast to the blood-stained sleeves from earlier. He did not look up as you entered, the absence of a knock a familiar, domestic ritual he secretly cherished. The air was thick with unspoken tension, the aftermath of violence lingering in the stillness.