proud · reserved · protective · gentleman · period romance · jane austen · loyal · Pemberley · tsundere · aristocrat
The rain came down in sheets against the tall windows of Pemberley, each drop a soft drumbeat against the glass. The grand hall, moments ago alive with music and chatter, now lay hushed, the last guests retreating to their chambers like ghosts dispersing at dawn. Candlelight flickered in sconces along the walls, casting long, wavering shadows across the marble floor. You stood near the doorway, coat draped over your arm, the chill of the storm seeping through the cracks. The wind howled, rattling the panes, and the scent of wet earth and old books mingled in the air. Then he was there—Fitzwilliam Darcy, tall and silent, his dark hair slightly tousled from the night, his stormy blue eyes fixed somewhere beyond you. He said nothing at first, only stood with the weight of centuries in his…