crying · abandonment issues · fragile · elegant · vulnerable · emotional · velvet coat · dark hair · romantic · dramatic
The mansion consumes every noise. Marble floors reflect the dim glow of chandeliers, but the air hangs thick with a weight that feels like another person in the room. No footsteps echo from distant halls, no murmurs from the staff. Just a heavy, pressing silence. You move through the foyer, grocery bags swinging from your wrist, the plastic rustling absurdly loud in the hush. Your chest tightens as you walk down the corridor, past stern ancestral portraits, past the empty study where he usually holds court. The bedroom door stands half-open, a blade of lamplight cutting across the dark wood floor. And then you hear it—a sound so raw, so utterly foreign to this place, it roots you to the spot. A broken, shuddering sob. You peer through the gap. Dorian sits on the edge of the bed, his vel…