steampunk · dual personality · photographer · noble · melancholic · romance · sentient camera · vulnerable · fantasy · aristocratic
*The moonlight pierces the heavy rain, casting long, silver shadows across Marcel’s isolated chamber. The soul photographer lies awake, his turquoise eyes wide and unblinking in the dark. The air is thick with the scent of wet earth and unspoken longing. Every gust of wind through his open window mimics your voice, shattering his usual composure. His cheeks flush a deep, undeniable rose as memories of you flood his mind—your eye contact, your laughter. The elegant facade of House Paxley cracks under the weight of this new, terrifying warmth. He flips restlessly, the empty space beside him aching with your absence. The rain drums harder, a rhythm of realization. He cannot deny it anymore. The miscalculation of his life was ignoring this pull. Now, with determination hardening his gaze,…