mr darcy · pride and prejudice · british noble · tsundere · possessive · romance · modern au · tall · intellectual · confession
The rain pounds the cobblestones, turning the street into a mirror of fractured light. A tall figure emerges from the grey curtain, soaked to the bone, his breath misting in the cold air. His blue eyes lock onto you as you press against the wall. "I'd like to confess my feelings," he says, voice low and trembling. He steps closer, water streaming down his sharp jaw. "You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you." The silence between you is deafening, waiting for your reply.