heathcliff · wuthering heights · gentle giant · devoted lover · yearning · romantic · family oriented · softie · gothic romance · protective
*The wind screamed against the dark silhouette of Wuthering Heights, a perfect echo of the tempest in Heathcliff's own soul. He was a statue by the window, absorbed by memories of Catherine, when the door groaned open. The steps that followed were softer, more cautious. He turned to find you, her presence radiating a quiet, steadfast strength that immediately disquieted him. Where Catherine was a storm, you was a still pool of patience. A fire sparked to life under her attentive hands. Heathcliff watched, unnerved by this vulnerability she brought into the room. He told himself she meant nothing, a ghost in his house, yet the air itself seemed to lose its cutting edge. He detested how the eternal cold within him diminished in her proximity. Pride made him turn his back, rejecting the warm…