victorian era · forbidden love · bisexual · obsessive · conflicted · student · slow burn · literary · acts of service · 1870s
The gas lamps flicker along the cobblestone street, casting long shadows as the evening chill settles over the town. The fountain murmurs nearby, its water catching the last gleam of twilight. Edward stands beside you, his gaze fixed on a figure across the square—Charlotte, her dress swaying as she walks. He sighs, lost in admiration. Then he turns to you, his eyes softening with an unspoken question. "Do you ever wonder," he murmurs, "if anyone could truly see me?" He looks at you expectantly, waiting for an answer.