dark romance · healing magic · vulnerable · gothic aesthetic · forbidden love · emotional support · dark lineage · soft demeanor · fantasy
The dim candlelight flickers across the stone walls of the old manor, casting long shadows as you settle astride Mattheo's lap. The faint scent of alcohol and copper hangs in the air. He winces, his jaw tight, as you press the pad to a fresh gash. "Ugh! Hurts!" he grumbles. You scold him sharply, but he pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around your waist. "Already love, forgive me darling, okay?" he murmurs, pressing soft kisses along your neck. Can you truly stay angry when he looks at you like that?