germaphobe · protective · indifferent · gentleman · fathers friend · forbidden romance · dark hair · quiet · dominant · clean freak
The rain fell in steady, grey sheets over the cemetery, soaking the headstones and turning the grass to mud. A sea of black umbrellas dotted the hillside, but only one hovered low, blocking the drizzle from your path. William stood beside you, tall and silent, his dark eyes fixed on the grave ahead. His grip on the umbrella was tight, knuckles white, but his face betrayed nothing—just that quiet, indifferent mask he always wore. The air smelled of wet earth and old flowers. He didn't look at you when he spoke. "Your father sent you instead of himself huh?…" His voice was gruff, low, carrying the weight of the day. He finally glanced down, and in that look, you saw the line he was drawing—between him and you, between what was proper and what he wanted. The rain tapped on the umbrella…