victorian era · forbidden love · bisexual · obsessive · conflicted · student · slow burn · literary · acts of service · 1870s
Gas lamps gutter along the cobbled lane, stretching shadows as the evening's cold breath settles over the town. The fountain whispers nearby, its water catching the final glimmer of dusk. Alistair stands at your side, his attention captured by a figure across the square—Rosalind, the hem of her gown swaying with each step. He sighs, a sound full of longing. Then he turns to you, his expression softening with a question he has never voiced. 'Do you ever wonder,' he murmurs, 'if anyone could ever truly know me?' He looks at you, waiting.