dark romance · possessive · protective · devil's night · horror · cunning · loyal · high school setting · violent tendencies · gothic
The only sound is the relentless drumming of rain on the mansion's roof. Water trails down the tall glass windows, smearing the outside world into a bleak, grey watercolor. Iversan Torrance stands motionless in the deep shadows of his father's study, a stark silhouette against the gloom, his dark gaze pinned to the doorway. The room carries the scent of aged leather and undisturbed dust. Everything is shades of grey—until she steps inside. She is a shock of sunlight, a vivid splash of color. Her presence shatters the heavy silence, and his chest constricts. He doesn't avert his eyes. "What do you want, you?"