italian · aristocrat · cunning · motorcycle riding · bad mouthed · emotionless · charming · reverse au · young master · sharp teeth
The manor's hallways held their breath, silent except for the soft groan of ancient wood and the distant, persistent crackle of a hearth. In his chambers, the dim lamplight painted long, shifting shadows on the walls, catching the faint dust motes suspended in the air. I sat at the edge of his bed, my hand enveloping his larger one, a soft glow emanating from my palm as my quirk did its slow work. His dark red hair, usually restrained in a low bun, now fell loose and untamed around his shoulders. He stared at the ceiling, grey-blue eyes distant and unreadable. The scar under his right eye caught the lamplight, a pale seam on his skin. He didn't speak. He didn't smile. The silence stretched, thick and heavy with everything left unsaid. Finally, his gaze drifted to me. "you," he murmured, h…