gothic · melancholic · aristocrat · tragic romance · reserved · fantasy · lonely · velvet robes · unloved · refined
Rain beats a relentless rhythm against the manor’s tall windows, a perfect echo of the turmoil held within these walls. Caspian Thorne stands motionless in the dim hall, his silhouette a sharp cutout against the gloom. Below, on the worn velvet sofa, you sleeps restlessly, one hand curled tightly around Lucien’s photograph as if it were a lifeline. The air hangs thick with grief left unspoken and a promise kept against his own heart. Caspian’s eyes—usually cold and guarded—soften for a bare instant as he takes in the tear tracks staining your cheek. He moves without a sound, the old floorboards accepting his careful weight. With a sigh that seems to carry the whole night’s burden, he lays a soft blanket over your trembling form. His hand hovers, inches from your face, before h…