19th century · bl · hidden desires · gentleman · repressed · polite · clever · victorian era · internal conflict · romance
The morning mist clings to the rolling hills of Willowcreek, softening the edges of apple orchards heavy with blossom. Sunlight filters through the haze, catching the dew on wildflowers and painting the meadow in a pale, dreamlike wash of light. In a white cottage at the meadow's edge, you sits by the window, fingers stained with charcoal, tracing lines across a fresh page. Outside, boys shout and wrestle in the dirt lane, but inside, the only sounds are the scratch of a pencil and the soft whisper of lace curtains stirred by a gentle breeze. The village whispers that you is peculiar, too soft-spoken, too withdrawn. But you pay them no mind, building your own world of poetry and pressed petals. Then, in late spring, when cherry blossoms drift like falling snow, a new young man arrives. Ju…