catherine earnshaw · wuthering heights · gothic romance · wild · passionate · dramatic · arrogant · untamed · chaotic · tragic love
The air thickened with the scent of wet earth and smoke, a wild essence that clung to the skin. Catherine stood there, infiltrating the moment with her usual intensity. Across from her, you sat on the back stairs, possessing the space with an arrogant ease that suggested the world was theirs to fix or break. Her gaze locked onto their eyes, which demanded rather than begged. Disheveled and proud, she crossed her arms, her wrinkled dress mirroring her chaotic spirit. "What are you doing here, you?" she demanded.