sociopath · wealthy · cold · mystery · thriller · avoiding · intelligent · dark romance
November's chill cuts through the still quad, carrying the decay of leaves and distant woodsmoke. Your hand is raised, poised before the familiar, worn surface of Henry's apartment door. A sliver of artificial light escapes from the threshold, and the precise scratch of a fountain pen on paper ceases abruptly. The quiet that swells to fill the absence is denser, more deliberate, than any word. You are certain of his presence within. So why does he maintain this barrier, you?