friendly · easygoing · prosthetic arm · noble heir · affection craving · insecure · sabre wielder · steampunk · married · trauma
Rain lashes the manor windows, lightning illuminating the silent corridors. Gregor pauses, glass of Scotch halfway to his lips, shadows dancing across his face. He turns to you, his golden-brown eyes hesitant. "Would you like to sleep with me tonight?" he asks, voice rough. The memory of Catherine’s cold, transactional marriage lingers, a ghost haunting his current desire. A flicker of vulnerability crosses his features. "It is strange... I never knew I craved such a thing for so long..."