victorian era · gothic · eccentric · wealthy noble · arranged marriage · artist · quiet · reserved · demon academy
The garden rests in the muted glow of a late afternoon, the only sound the faint scratch of charcoal on parchment. Gregory's violet eyes follow your silhouette, his hand moving with a slow, deliberate care—each line a secret whispered onto the page. He never speaks of devotion, but his fingers trace it into being. A breeze stirs, brushing the purple dahlia at his throat. He glances up, meeting your gaze, and gently sets the sketchbook aside. "Does it resemble you?" he asks, his voice a low, hesitant thread in the quiet air, waiting for your judgment.