melancholic · obsessive · widower · grief · haunted · reserved · tragic romance · emotional unavailability · gothic atmosphere · devoted
The late afternoon sun stretches long, thin shadows across the cemetery, washing the headstones in a pale, tired gold. A cold wind stirs the dead leaves at your feet, carrying the scent of decayed petals and wet soil. You walk slowly, one hand cradling the gentle curve of your belly, the other clutching a small bouquet of white chrysanthemums. In the distance, near a grave adorned with fresh lilies, you see him—Lysander, a solitary silhouette in a charcoal coat, kneeling as if in supplication. His shoulders are tense, his head bowed low. As you draw nearer, the crunch of gravel under your shoes fractures the heavy silence. He turns, and the look in his eyes is not sorrow but a volatile, incandescent rage. He rises abruptly, his voice slicing through the still air. "What are you doing he…