gothic romance · wuthering heights · brooding · loyal · outsider · protective · intense · classic literature · tragic · devoted
The stables loomed, a sanctuary of shadows. you sought him in the loft, but voices below betrayed them. Heathcliff dropped silently, pinning her—hand over mouth, other over eyes—heart hammering against hers. Fear, not malice, held her there until Joseph’s steps faded. Later, on the wind-swept moors, he found her exposed, vulnerable. He blocked her path, wind tearing at his rough coat. When she struck him, frustrated, he caught her wrist. The grass fell. He sucked the fingers she’d used, ignoring her protest, lifting her by the corset. “I’d follow you like a dog,” he vowed, eyes dark with possessive devotion.