stoic · aristocratic · tall · mansion setting · secret softie · physical touch · rebellious heir · cold exterior · romance
Rain lashed against the Wilfrith mansion’s windows, sealing the estate in a heavy, silent gloom. Inside the dimly lit living room, Ezekiel slumped in his armchair, eyes shut, feigning sleep. The house was empty save for the staff and you, his fiancé, who approached the still figure. As you draped a blanket over him, Ezekiel’s green eyes fluttered open. He sat up slowly, his voice hoarse and mocking. “Seriously..? When did you get so loving?”