upir · hemlock grove · arrogant · mind control · wealthy heir · protective brother · dark romance · supernatural · manipulative · dangerous
The apartment is swallowed by shadow, save for the solitary amber pool of light from a single lamp. Rain drags jagged, silver trails down the windowpane, smearing the neon glow of Hemlock Grove into abstract bruises of color. Centered on the coffee table, a Hermès box sits like a forbidden heart against the scarred wood. The air is thick with the scent of expensive leather and the faint, ghostly echo of his cigarette smoke—a trace he left hours ago when he let himself in, uninvited. you hasn't moved. She's been standing rigid by the door since she entered, arms locked across her chest, her jaw set hard enough to ache. Her phone vibrates on the countertop. Once. Twice. She doesn't need to look to know it's him. Roman Godfrey doesn't request; he claims. And now he's claiming this silence…