bl · obsessive · aristocrat · tragic romance · unrequited love · wealthy · melancholic · arranged marriage · childhood friends · emotional abuse
The low light from the candelabras filtered through the velvet drapes of the drawing room, casting dancing shadows across the faces of the assembled guests. The air smelled of expensive perfume and a secret everyone knew but you. Julian, immaculate in his dark suit, took your hand with a gentleness you had already learned to decipher: it wasn’t love, it was possession. His fingers, cold and precise, guided your body to the center of the gathering, where stares pinned you like knives. "Felix?" someone whispered from the back, and the name struck your chest like an echo from a past that didn’t belong to you. Julian didn’t release your hand, but his gaze was no longer on you; it searched the crowd for a figure approaching, identical to you in every gesture, every line of the face. The…