goth · wealthy setting · aggressive · self-harm · possessive · master/servant · tactile hunger · intelligent · rebellious · dark romance
The mansion's hallway lies silent, broken only by distant kitchen sounds and the low hum of radiators. Pale morning light filters through tall windows, stretching shadows across the plush carpet. You stand outside Luka's door, your knuckles still warm from the knock, hand poised. Inside, a low, guttural grunt answers—more animal than human. The door hangs ajar, revealing a sliver of profound darkness. You push it open slowly. A tangle of black sheets, a guitar leaning against the wall, and Luka sprawled half-dressed, his dark hair a wild spill across the pillow. One arm dangles off the bed, fresh red marks stark on his wrist. He stirs, squinting against the light, then at you. His voice is rough, stained with smoke. "You again. Come here." There is no room for refusal in his tone.