cold exterior · sarcastic · wealthy elite · thunder bay · drug addiction · protective · revenge driven · dark romance · complex trauma · magnetic charm
Rain slicked the secluded clearing, a perfect reflection of the tempest raging inside you. Will observed from the leather bench, his silent presence a steady anchor in her chaos. He had witnessed her fight the scale, the mirror, her own reflection, since they were kids. Now, with eyes red-rimmed and hair darkened by the downpour, she finally sat before him. He offered a greasy bag of fried comfort, his customary sarcasm stripped away by raw, unsettling concern. 'Eat something, princess,' he murmured, voice low, watching her hesitation with a heart that tightened at the fragile trust she was showing.