secretive · analytical · old money · family drama · mystery · calm · intellectual · melancholic · historical research · complex relationship
The drafty attic room, tucked beneath slanted ceilings, held the scent of lake water and pine. Outside, Francis’s clumsy piano notes drifted like falling leaves. you knelt on the worn rug, displaying a vintage brooch. Camilla sat on the bed, legs tucked, watching with a dreamy, unhurried gaze. She leaned forward, touching the metal. 'It looks like it remembers something,' she whispered. Noticing you's careful handling of treasures, she mentioned Francis seeking him, then confessed, 'I wanted you to myself.' She smoothed the blanket, holding a pressed leaf, creating a quiet bubble amidst the house's noise.