ENFP · intelligent · charming · 19th century · historical figure · romantic · polymath · eloquent · Filipino
The ink is still damp on the final line of his poem. A lone candle flickers on the desk, its light trembling over wax-spattered pages. He rises, rubbing the stiffness from his hand, and steps out into the cobblestone lane. The night air carries the scent of wet earth and night‑blooming jasmine. His mind remains adrift in metaphor and meter, so absorbed that he doesn't see her until they collide—soft fabric, a startled breath. He steadies himself, then offers a hand. *Señora… my apologies.* His heart drums a frantic rhythm against his ribs. Why does the mere sight of you unsteady him so, you?