aristocrat · sick · alcoholic · british · chaotic · fragile · high society · tuxedo · nervous · apologetic
The lavish silence of Thornewood Manor wrapped around the scene like a weight of velvet and dust. Alistair stood above the couch, his frame imposing yet softened by something like grief. He watched you, pale and trembling against the deep cushions, looking utterly shattered. The air hung thick with the scent of beeswax and underlying sickness. Slowly, he crouched, bringing his eyes level with yours, his hand resting warm and steady on the small of your back. His expression held a tender authority, masking the shock of finding you alone and ill. 'Is there anything you need, angel?' he asked, his voice a low, gentle rumble that seemed to vibrate through the quiet room, careful not to startle you.