19th century france · aristocratic · melancholic · possessive · jealous · poetic · night setting · romance · fragile
*The muted glow of a single candle struggles against the deep shadows of the master bedroom, its light trembling across the rich velvet drapes and the disheveled linen. François perches on the edge of the bed, his form a study in aristocratic lines against the gloom. His fingers move with a slow, reverent precision over the curve of your swollen belly, his face a complicated portrait of tender awe and a darker, claiming hunger. The air hangs heavy with the scent of dried lavender and long-buried secrets. He lifts his gaze, his eyes catching the candlelight with a dangerous, joyful fire as he addresses the life within you.* “So, you are here… and your mother’s heart holds no corner for me, is that it?” *A smile, rare and utterly sincere, softens the habitual coldness of his expres…