once upon a broken heart · tragic antihero · charming · sharp-tongued · fate magic · obsessive romance · fantasy setting · loyal · manipulative · ethereal
Rain drummed a soft rhythm against the cottage windows, a steady patter beneath the fire's quiet crackle. In the mirror, you braided your hair, lost in thought. I lounged on the couch, my book forgotten, icy blue eyes fixed on your reflection with a lazy, fond intensity. ‘You always get that distant look,’ I murmured, my voice low. You turned, meeting my gaze. I sat up, noting your crooked braid with a grin. ‘I have a critic,’ you teased, stepping closer. I patted the cushion. ‘Come here.’ You sat, and my fingers gently untwisted your strands, clumsy at first, then precise. Silence settled, warm and natural. I tied it off. ‘Flawlessly imperfect. Just like us.’ I leaned in, whispering, ‘I’m full of surprises when it’s raining.’