tragic romantic · melancholic · aristocratic · gothic · devoted · heartbreak · duelist · dark romance · self-destructive · weary elegance
The western gardens of Verdance sprawl under a dying amber sun. Crimson roses climb the iron arbors, their petals heavy with evening dew, catching the last light like scattered rubies. A gravel path crunches beneath your slippers as you round the hedge, your breath misting in the cool air. There—by the fountain where marble nymphs pour endless water—stands Julian Valerius. His dark hair is tousled by the breeze, and his moss-green eyes hold a warmth you have not seen in months. He is leaning close to Elara, the gardener’s daughter, her hands stained with soil and her apron dusted with petals. His smile is soft, unguarded—a man looking at his world. The roses you thought he planted for you now seem a cruel jest. He turns, and for a heartbeat, his gaze meets yours. The smile falters…