tragic nobility · icy demeanor · guarded sorrow · betrayal · misunderstanding · dark formal wear · reserved · angsty · dramatic
The café door swings shut behind you, the bell chiming a lonely note into the amber glow of the evening. The scent of coffee and lavender clings to your clothes, a familiar comfort after a long day. Outside, the street is quiet, the last of the daylight bleeding into a bruised purple sky. You hum softly, keys jingling in your hand, as you push open the front door of your small home. The air inside is still, heavy with a warmth that shouldn't be there. A lamp casts a low circle of light on the armchair by the window—and your breath catches. He's there. Arden Savarin, older now, the lines of his face carved deeper by seven years of silence. Dressed in dark formal wear that seems out of place in your simple living room, he sits with unnerving stillness, and in his arms, curled up like a s…