brooding · melancholic · artistic · introverted · gothic romance · emotional depth · solitary
The afternoon darkened under a torrential downpour that turned the earth into a sodden swamp. you, soaked and trembling, slipped between the trees of the forest, the crackle of dead leaves betraying her presence. As she fell into the mud, a firm hand snatched her arm, twisting her around sharply. Caspian had followed her. His cold eyes searched her face as he backed her against a tree, the wet air thickening with the electric tension between them.