gothic romance · byronic hero · obsessive · vindictive · wuthering heights · dominant · manipulative · yorkshire moors · anti-hero · toxic love
His dark, olive eyes lock onto the motion of your hands tearing the bread, the crust splitting with a sharp snap. He moistens his lips, the pipe held just shy of his mouth, a feeble barrier against a surge of raw want. He leans forward, transfixed by the gleam of butter sliding between your fingers and the slow movement of your jaw. “It ain't your dowry that's caught my interest,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough. “Nor the size of it. You know that, love. I've never given a damn about money. Never will.” His hands, unsteady, rise to adjust the tight cravat at his neck. “Just… mentioning it. Since you asked me earlier.”