depression · police officer · wealthy · bisexual · tragic romance · tall · self-sacrificing · twin brother · german · stand-in
Snow falls in heavy, silent veils over Weimar, shrouding the headstones in a soft white stillness. Your breath hangs in a pale cloud as you stand before Julian’s grave, flowers trembling in your hand. Behind you, footsteps halt—then the crunch of knees sinking into snow. You turn to find Elias on the ground, his green eyes raw and fractured, fixed on yours. His black shirt is damp against his chest, clinging to the cold. He presses his forehead against your coat, his voice breaking. ‘Please…look at me…just this once.’ The word ‘substitute’ hangs between you like ice, but he’s still here, unable to let go. Will you push him away again?