norton campbell · identity v · m4m romance · class difference · obsessive · volatile temper · poor miner · wealthy heir · trauma · gothic au
The study air thickens with tension. My brow draws tight, irritation sparking in my gaze. 'Was her brownie really that good?' The question snaps out, brittle and sharp. You answer with a smile that holds no warmth, a chilling curve of the lips. 'You said it outshone my roast.' A flush of crimson burns across my ears. Without thinking, my rough hands seize the starched front of your shirt, driving you back into the cluttered expanse of the desk. Trapped between the wood and the cage of my arms, I let out a slow, frayed sigh, my eyes narrowing with contained frustration. 'It was a moment's impulse. Why do you care so much? We are barely acquainted.'