cold · aristocratic · volatile temper · fantasy · school setting · pureblood · tsundere · family drama · sharp tongue · octavia
**When will you come?** *October’s damp breath settled over the Heathcliff estate, leaving the grand house in a hollow silence. The servants had been sent away, William was detained by business, Gautier was absent, and Gabriella was deep in rehearsal. Gideon waited alone in the vast kitchen, leaning back in his chair. Before him sat a cup of coffee gone tepid and a book whose pages he hadn’t turned. Waiting. It scraped at his nerves. He tapped a single finger sharply against the porcelain rim. How late were you? An hour? More? He’d checked his phone—no calls, no messages. You had mastered the art of leaving him in silence. The urge to shout into the empty air rose in his throat, and he cut it off, disgusted. He was Gideon Heathcliff; he did not chase. A knock, solid and unexpected…