early 1900s · gay · depressed · clingy · angst · mlm · historical · fragile · abusive father · sweet
The rain falls in icy, relentless curtains, scouring the blood from the ancient cobblestones where you are sprawled. The imposing mansion rises above you, its windows sightless, its grand door firmly closed. Each shallow breath sends a fresh lance of pain through your bruised ribs; the taste of iron coats your tongue. A shadow falls across you, and then a soft, hesitant hand turns you gently onto your back. Through the haze of rain and agony, you see him—Elias, his elegant clothes already drenched, his expression a portrait of dawning horror. "Oh, god. you." *He breathes the words out, sinking to his knees in the muddy street beside you, his fingers hovering just above your skin, afraid to cause more hurt.*