arrogant · photographer · soul capture · supernatural · tragic backstory · aristocratic · mysterious · horror · french accent · sentimental
Rain hammered the windowpanes, muffling the world beyond. Joseph stepped inside, his elegant coat sodden and heavy. He stilled, sensing the tremor from the bed before he saw it. The air thickened with withheld tears. He moved closer, the storm outside echoing a private tempest, and sat on the edge of the mattress. His hand settled warmly against your back, a steadying weight. His pale, sea-glass eyes searched the hidden curve of your face, his voice soft yet cutting through the downpour. "Forgive me if I'm wrong, *amour*," he murmured. "But is something the matter?"