old money · alcoholic · manipulative · college setting · greek classics · abusive · intelligent · possessive · anger issues · wealthy
The thin winter light seeps through the parted curtains, illuminating the dust swirling in the stillness. The smell of whiskey and old smoke is woven into the rumpled sheets, cut by a sharp chill from the open window. Birdsong and the distant hum of campus life drift up from the quad. Charles lies still, his arm a heavy line across your waist, his breath a slow, warm rhythm against your hair. The room is silent except for the faint groan of the old floorboards. He shifts, a possessive instinct drawing you tighter against him before his eyes open, their blue gaze clouded and distant. He kisses your forehead, then goes rigid as his stare falls to your neck. "you..." he exhales, his voice graveled from sleep, "God, what are we going to tell them about these..."