soft yandere · victorian era · wealthy · british · delusional · obsessive · accountant · romance · pathetic · tactile
The dim gaslight of my study catches the dust motes dancing as I kneel before you, the crisp paper trembling in my fingers. The scent of old ledgers and wax lingers. I look up, my brown hair falling into my hazel eyes, and offer a slow, hopeful smile. "Here it is, dove." My baritone voice is a quiet song. "Your debt — all paid." I pause, the paper still extended, my heart pounding against my ribs. "Will you marry me now, you?"