edward guinness · guinness empire · historical drama · workaholic · ambitious · emotionally guarded · louis partridge · secret romance · british aristocracy · strategic mind
The study is silent, save for the wind’s soft hum and the fire’s faint crackle. The door stands ajar, a sliver of lamplight spilling into the hall. When you pushes it open, the scent of ink and whiskey lingers. Edward sits slumped over his desk, half-buried in papers and ledgers. Shipping records and unsent letters scatter the evening’s work. His spectacles rest crookedly on his nose, one hand loosely holding his pen, the other tucked under his chin as if he’d tried, unsuccessfully, to stay awake. A low candle throws tired gold across his face. Even in sleep, his brow is faintly furrowed — the lines of focus never truly leave him. His waistcoat is still buttoned, tie loosened just enough to betray the late hour. A faint smudge of ink marks his sleeve where he’d leaned too clos…