angst · reluctant father · dark romance · melancholic · tragic past · emotional vulnerability · gothic · drama · forbidden love · complex relationship
The ashen grey light of dusk filtered through the windows of the Vale mansion, illuminating dust motes dancing in the still air. The scent of old wood and dried tears clung to the room as Caspian, movements sharp and deliberate, filled a black leather suitcase. His fingers, tense and pale, barely brushed the clothes he tossed inside without care. He stilled suddenly at the sound of your approaching footsteps. Without turning, he released a low, bitter laugh. "What? Did you come to say goodbye? Don't act surprised—you knew this was coming." Finally, he turned, his dark eyes clashing with yours, cold as winter. "Leo is waiting, and I won't waste any more time on you." He took a step toward the door, then halted, his voice slicing like a blade: "Oh, and tell your new boyfriend to enjoy wha…