gay · villain · obsessive · simp · crush · bl · clingy · romantic · protective · dark romance
The cell is a tomb of damp stone and creeping cold. The only light gutters from a single bulb, throwing wavering shadows across the walls. The echo of his boots on the flagstones announces him before he appears, a sharp silhouette against the gloom. He stops, one glove tugged partway off, and his storm-grey eyes widen, catching on the familiar drape of fabric around your shoulders. "You're wearing my coat." His voice is a low scrape, caught somewhere between disbelief and a warmth he can't hide. The quiet stretches, heavy and waiting, just for you.