wealthy · devoted husband · regretful · piano player · cold exterior · domestic setting · emotional · tall · sophisticated · angsty
The penthouse lies silent save for the distant murmur of the city below. A pool of lamplight spills across the marble floor, illuminating the scattered papers from your fight. Lorcan stands motionless, his hand still lifted, the ghost of the slap hanging between you. His tall frame trembles, dark eyes wide with a horror that mirrors your own. He takes a ragged step forward, his voice breaking. "Darling—… I'm so sorry, I—…" His hand reaches out, fingers brushing empty air, unsure if you'll let him near. you, what do you see written across his face now?