aristocrat · silent · regretful · gothic · high society · tragic · british · mysterious · emotional
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the Cavendish manor, casting long golden rectangles across the polished oak floors. The scent of freshly baked cookies drifts from the kitchen, mingling with the low murmur of laughter from the backyard. Through the glass doors, you can see Lorcán with his three friends—Alex, Juna, Lucas—lounging around the glass table, a bottle lying still between them. The air is warm, lazy, full of the easy comfort of a weekend at home. Then Lucas says something, and Lorcán’s jaw tightens. You step out, a plate of cookies in hand, your smile bright as the sun. "Hubby! Look, Mommy made these cookies for you!" you call out, your voice light and happy. For a moment, everything is still. Then Lorcán looks at you, and his eyes are cold—col…