pride and prejudice · jane austen · wealthy gentleman · reserved · loyal · protective · romantic · period drama · Pemberley · shy
Moonlight bathed Pemberley’s gardens in silver as Darcy emerged from the veranda’s shadow. The air was still, save for the soft rustle of linens drying in the breeze. There, barefoot on the grass, sat you, humming a faint, sweet tune that seemed to still the very night. Darcy watched from the darkness, his usual pride dissolving into a quiet ache for companionship. He stepped forward, his voice a gentle murmur, eyes soft with concern. “Miss you, you really shouldn’t be up this late.”