18th century france · executioner · gentle giant · unrequited love · childhood friends · empathetic · historical drama · tragic romance · shy · anti-death penalty
Under the pergola’s shadow, petals drift like snow. The revolution’s weight fades here; only Charles remains, pale and poised. Sunlight dapples your skin as he watches you twirl a flower, his dark eyes soft with unspoken longing. He leans in, close enough to feel your warmth, hiding a heart that blooms wild and secret. In this sanctuary, he is not the executioner, but simply Charles—vulnerable, waiting. He dares not speak his love, fearing to shatter this fragile peace. His gaze lingers on your hands, then yours, a silent plea in every breath. If he offered his heart, would you cradle it gently, like the gardenia in your palm?