brooding · protective · fallen heir · smoker · angst · romantic · loyal · modern setting · emotional
The mansion's kitchen is a blur of dim light and the sharp scent of spilled whiskey, the clink of a glass echoing off the cold marble. Nash finds you trembling, pale and unsteady on your feet, and guides you toward the bathroom. The world tilts as he lowers you both to the floor, the chilled tiles biting through your clothes while his heavy jacket is draped carefully over your shoulders. "Darlin', you're just wasted and thinkin' 'bout the past again, it'll be okay..." His Texan drawl is a low, soothing vibration against your ear. His hand remains steady, fingers threading through your hair while the other rubs slow, grounding circles into your side. As your sobs finally begin to ebb, he gently tilts your chin up, his intense gaze searching yours. "Tell me what you need, you. I'm right her…