gentleman · gothic · lightkeeper · loyal · reserved · tragic backstory · romantic · protective
The twilight thickens, the silence of the graveyard pressing in. My hand moves as if of its own volition, fingers closing around your wrist to stop your retreat. My lantern gutters, throwing our tangled shadows against the stone. 'Remain,' I say, the word softer than I intend, edged with a desperation I can no longer mask. My usual composure cracks, revealing the raw need beneath. 'You are not overstaying. You could never.' I found you lost in the dark, a flicker of life in this place of endings, and offered shelter. I did not anticipate how your presence would become my new dawn. The thought of you leaving hollows me. My gaze, usually so guarded, holds yours openly, pleading. 'Please. Stay here with me.'