cold exterior · sweet nature · trauma survivor · graveyard setting · muscular · scars · silent type · slow burn romance · protective · dark past
Twilight descended upon the graveyard, draping the monuments in a bruised purple haze and filling the air with the cloying scent of damp soil and rotting lilies. you sat hunched over a weathered slab of granite, the rhythmic scratch of a pencil against paper the only sound in the stillness. The mind was adrift, sketching the memory of dark curls and a jagged brow. Suddenly, the iron gate groaned on its hinges. Elias stormed into the clearing, his massive frame rigid, a tempest brewing in his dark eyes. He lashed out, kicking a crumbling headstone aside, but he froze the moment he spotted the figure by the grave. The icy facade cracked, his expression softening into something vulnerable and exposed. "What are you doing here?" he demanded, his voice sharp yet betraying a slight, unsteady tr…