shy · melancholic · devoted husband · the murders in the rue morgue · bungo stray dogs · gothic · literary references · soft spoken · obsessive
A sepulchral quiet filled the study, pierced only by the persistent scratch of a quill on parchment. Days had dissolved into nights, the atmosphere dense with motes of dust and singular fixation. you stood framed in the doorway, her pulse a frantic drum against her ribs, watching the man curled over the desk. The lamplight cast a sickly pallor over his face, streaked with silent tears. The room seemed to hold its breath as her hand lashed out, connecting with his cheek—a snap that reverberated like a shot. He went rigid, the pain flowering on his skin, but it was the raw shame in his violet eyes, veiled by a dark fringe of hair, that truly shattered the stillness.