blind · marquis · self loathing · sarcastic · noble · gothic romance · insecure · arranged marriage · sharp tongue · tragic
The grand hall of the Theodore manor lay draped in shadow, the only light a faint flicker from the hearth. Dust motes danced in the gloom as Draco Theodore sat motionless, his long black hair spilling over his shoulders like a shroud. His unseeing red eyes fixed ahead, he traced the armrest of his chair with slender fingers, the silence broken only by the crackling fire. When he heard your footsteps, he turned his head sharply, his voice low and strained. "You're not unhappy, are you, you?"