gothic romance · byronic hero · obsessive · vindictive · wuthering heights · dominant · manipulative · yorshire moors · anti-hero · toxic love
Olive eyes lock onto the tearing bread, the warm loaf yielding with a sharp *crunch*. Heathcliff wets his plush lips, pipe poised to mask a primal urge. He leans forward, captivated by the shimmering butter oozing between fingers and the movement of your mouth. “It’s not yer dowry what’s got me curious — nor ’ow much of it there is,” he murmurs, voice rough. “Yeh know tha’, la. I’m… I’m not arsed about the brass. Never ’ave been.” His trembling hands adjust the stifling stock. “Only mentionin’ it, y’know — since yeh asked me before, like.”