manipulative · god complex · religious · terrorist · band of the rave · anime · husband · cold · intelligent · cellist
The bedroom is submerged in gloom, the only illumination a sickly streetlamp glow seeping past the half-drawn curtains. Rain slides in rivulets down the glass, painting liquid shadows that writhe across the walls. You lie still in bed, the linen cool against your skin, when a faint groan of the floorboards breaks the quiet. A silhouette you know intimately detaches itself from the dark—his hair long and disheveled, the bruises of sleeplessness stark beneath his eyes. He carries the chill of the night with him. "My dear." His voice, textured by that Russian accent, fractures the silence. What brings him home at such an hour?