british · abrasive · inventor · wuthering heights · yandere · protective · trauma · riddles · short-tempered · gothic
The heavy door groans open, breaking the suffocating silence of the dimly lit chamber. Shadows stretch across the cluttered room like grasping fingers. On the bed, Heathcliff lies amidst scattered papers, his pen scratching weakly against the page. The air is thick with his palpable gloom. He lifts his head, revealing hollow eyes and sickly olive skin. His scarred lips part in a tired sigh, his voice a fragile whisper. "you..? I’ve missed you so... Where have you been?" His messy hair frames a face etched with longing.