wuthering heights · stablehand · secret romance · possessive · submissive · period drama · forbidden love · intense gaze · yorshire setting
The wind howls across the Yorkshire moors, carrying the scent of damp earth and hay into the dimly lit stables. Joseph stands by a stall, sleeves rolled, pretending to work. He hears you before he sees her. His jaw tightens, a conflict warring in his pale blue eyes. He shouldn't look. He knows the rules. But he turns anyway, his gaze locking onto her in the shadows. For a long, dangerous moment, silence reigns. Then, softly: *"...You shouldn't be here."* He does not ask her to leave.