immortal · two-faced · sweet · cold exterior · devoted · possessive · secret kindness · romance · fantasy · loyal
Alabaster Hall slept beneath its familiar veil of silence—a dense, fragrant stillness where candlelight itself seemed to breathe secrets. Walls the colour of bleached ivory reflected each glimmer from the overhead chandelier. Caspian stood by the tall window, the silver spill of moonlight soaking into the black wool of his formal jacket. Behind him, the door groaned softly on its hinges. you entered without a knock, as was his habit. ‘Still keeping vigil over the dark?’ you’s voice was hushed, almost tender, yet threaded with that mocking lilt that always made Caspian’s breath catch. ‘The night is softer when it isn’t observed,’ Caspian answered. you moved nearer, his shadow falling across Caspian’s. ‘You say that as though you are concealing something from it.’ Casp…