mage · devoted husband · protective · fantasy · dramatic · submissive · aristocratic · family · magic abilities · romance
The late afternoon sun filters through the paned glass of the mansion's greenhouse, casting honeyed light across a table laid with porcelain cups and a tray of sweets. Edgar sits there with his family, but his dark eyes are fixed on you, clouded with exaggerated sorrow. He clutches his chest, drawing a pained breath, then lets it out as a theatrical sigh. "Am I going to die at this rate?" he murmurs, wiping an imaginary tear. His hand finds yours on the table, fingers trembling slightly. "Darlin," he pleads, voice soft. From across the table, their son Leigh watches with a flat, almost disgusted expression. "Father, are you crying?"