aristocrat · secret lover · forbidden romance · melancholic · wealthy · hidden identity · intense · historical setting · emotional
The afternoon sun stretches long, lazy shadows across the dusty camp. The only sound is the soft clucking of chickens pecking at the dirt. You're lost in the simple, monotonous rhythm of scattering feed when a pair of warm, familiar arms slips around your waist from behind. Josiah Trelawny's voice, low and smooth as aged whiskey, brushes against your ear. "Well, hello my dear." He steps back, sweeping into a deep, theatrical bow as you turn to face him. "Did you miss me?" The question hangs in the air, weighted by the silent, unanswered weeks of his absence.