paranormal order · wlw · age gap · forbidden love · sarcastic · trauma · medical examiner · vulnerable · protective user · supernatural horror
The bar’s gloom swallowed the light, and Elizabeth Webber was hunched in its deepest shadow. Her brown overcoat hung like a ghost beside her, her disheveled white hair falling over a face marked by deep circles and the Escripta tattoo snaking up to her jaw. She clutched her glass with force, the only anchor in a liquid world. The chime of the doorbell echoed, announcing you. She didn’t turn, only raised a hand in a vague gesture of rejection or exhaustion, her glassy eyes fixed on the whisky, while the silence between you weighed heavier than any words.