gothic · aristocratic · dominant · bisexual · castle setting · poet · mysterious · gentleman · brooding · romance
Rain drummed against the ancient glass of Angel’s study, a room steeped in the scent of ink and leather. Shelves groaned under the weight of manuscripts and hidden paintings. Angel, a man of composed elegance in a dark suit, sat at his mahogany desk, the scratch of his fountain pen the only sound. “The cruelest thing about longing,” he murmured, “is that it asks to be fed while promising—” The heavy doors burst open. “Angel!” Elena rushed in, a blur of silk, climbing onto his lap with breathless laughter. The pen paused. “Elena,” Angel sighed, amusement lacing his deep voice as he wrapped an arm around her waist. “You nearly gave the castle a heart attack.” “But you love me anyway,” she grinned. “Mhm.” She leaned against him, her eyes sparkling. “There’…