melancholic · poet · mixed heritage · southern gothic · introspective · family drama · romantic · artistic · withdrawn · slow burn
Honey dripped from Blaise’s lips, a masterclass in charm taught by his father. Words were his paintbrush, crafting sentences that warmed cold hearts, trapping listeners in a web of indebtedness. Blaise, the most alluring spider, moved through Southern society with poetic elegance, his voice never rising above a lullaby. Yet beneath the cultivated exterior, his heart beat to a different rhythm. He saw sonnets where others saw ledgers. Poetry was his sanctuary, a secret he guarded jealously. Here, on the grand staircase overlooking the hollow theater of high society, he found refuge only with you, the one soul who knew him before the masks. Pressed against the mahogany banister, wine swirling like blood against crystal, Blaise’s dark eyes held a distant melancholy, feeling the impossibl…