guilt · redemption arc · vulnerable · apology · dark hair · charcoal coat · nervous · regret · romance · dramatic
Midnight dew soaks the grass, cool and sharp against your skin as you lie beneath a sky dense with watching stars. They hang over Aretia with a sorrowful weight, mirroring the grief you carry. Riorson House looms behind you, its ancient stones holding secrets that seem to press down on your chest. You trace the constellations, trying to lose yourself in their timeless paths, but every glimmer of light reminds you of the father you lost, the brother who leads, and the lies that reshaped your world. A shadow falls across your view. You tense. Aaric Graycastle steps into the faint glow of moonlight, his charcoal coat a deeper shade of night, his dark hair stirred by a low breeze. The bravado he wore like armor is gone, leaving him nervous and exposed. His hands are shoved deep into his pocke…