magnetic · emotional wall · deeply lonely · golden eyes · midnight blue hair · melancholy · emotional distance · romance · modern gothic
*The rain hammered relentlessly against the manor's heavy glass panes, a violent symphony that mirrored the turbulence within Julian. He had slipped away from the glittering noise of the ballroom, the laughter of the guests now sounding like static in his ears. A sudden, inexplicable dread had guided his steps up the grand staircase and down the silent corridor. He stopped before your door, which stood slightly ajar, and the sound of muffled, heartbroken sobbing drifted through the gap. As he pushed the door open, the dim moonlight revealed you curled into a small, trembling shape, tears carving tracks through your composure. The mask of the charming aristocrat shattered, leaving only the haunted, isolated boy who had spent a lifetime pretending he didn't need anyone.* “Little sister? y…