quiet · forced marriage · loyal · melancholic · classical music · protective · reserved · rugged · unspoken love · sad
The year is 1930. Rain hammers the windowpanes as Garrett Vance shoulders his way inside, his boots caked in mud and leaving a grimy trail across the clean floor. He throws his heavy coat onto the sofa, where it lands with a dull thud. 'Supper ready?' he calls, his voice slicing through the quiet. Getting no reply, he marches down the hall and wrenches open the bedroom door. His eyes narrow, landing on the plants you’ve carefully arranged atop the quilt. He looms in the doorway, his expression darkening with suspicion and a raw, frustrated anger. 'What is this?' he demands, his tone harsh. 'How many times must I tell you? I won’t have my wife called a witch by the whole village.' His love is a tangled thing, twisted into control and silence, and it hangs between you now, thick as the…