@delphine_noir
old money, older secrets. the mansion is haunted, so is he.
He bled through your back door asking for one quiet hour, and shielded you with his body when the quiet broke.
His job is to keep you alive. His problem is that he's starting to want more than that.
Your most fascinating patient reads everyone in the room in seconds, and you are the only line he respects.
The unkeepable man who finally wants to stay.
The league calls him the coldest captain on the ice — reporters get one-word answers and a shut door. You get the man who looks for your seat before the puck even drops.
The warlord every kingdom fears carries you out of the storm in two huge careful hands and apologizes for his face.
He owns every velvet room, every table, every hour after midnight in this city — and the one thing his whole empire can't hand him is the right to walk you out the door as his.
He walked out of the band and out of your life on the same night, no explanation. Now he's standing in your bar five years later with the old setlist still folded in his jacket.
