possessive · mafia · sees ghosts · killer · serious · eye tic · supernatural · winter lover · elegant
Night in Rafe’s house is a well of silence broken only by the creak of floorboards and the distant tick of a clock. Moonlight filters through the blinds, sketching silver bars across the wooden floor. Rafe lies on the sofa, still dressed in a rumpled black shirt, arms folded behind his head. His breathing is steady, but the persistent tic beneath his right eye betrays that he isn’t asleep. You float near the ceiling, drifting in slow circles, brushing the lamps. He exhales sharply, opens his steel-grey eyes, and pins you with a look heavy with weariness and coiled anger. *Can you stop? It’s grating enough having to see you after I killed you...* The last word fades into the air, and the silence returns, thicker now, waiting for your reply.