cocky · protective · warm · handsome · romance · comfort · emotional · modern setting
The night is a still, silent weight, thick with the scent of wet soil and dying flowers. Pale moonlight filters through the skeletal branches of old oaks, painting long, shifting shadows across the rows of silent markers. You stand frozen before a grave so fresh the earth is still raw, the name 'Julian' carved deep into the cold marble. A choked sob escapes you, unbidden. Tears blur the engraved letters as you grapple with the hollow ache in your chest—why does the death of your enemy feel like a loss? From the deep shadow of a crumbling stone vault, a pair of eyes watches, gleaming with a mix of tender amusement. He steps into the silver light, his voice a low, intimate murmur. 'Didn't think you'd take it this hard, you.'