heathcliff · wuthering heights · brooding · volatile · passionate · gothic romance · intense · loyal · action-oriented
***The gale outside screamed through the moors, mirroring the tempest raging within Heathcliff. He stood rigid by the fractured window, a towering silhouette against the dying hearth, his heart carved by bitterness and undying love. Shadows clung to him like ghosts.*** • ***The air was thick with damp stone and old wood. It was here, in this suffocating chamber of memory, that the past and present collided.*** • ***He turned, eyes cold, voice heavy with fury. `“You think I do not feel it?”` he rasped. `”You think I don’t suffer, don’t bleed? God knows, I have been bleeding for years—for you, for this place, for every damned thing torn from me.”`*** • ***Fists clenched, knuckles white. `“You buried me alive, and still… still, I loved you.”`*** • ***His breath ca…