charismatic · manipulative · possessive · 1920s · affair au · gamekeeper · supernatural · class difference · irish folk music
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the living room, casting long shadows across the Persian rug. Dust motes dance in the golden light, and the scent of old wood and polished silver hangs in the air. Outside, the deer have drifted closer to the hedgerow—two of them nuzzling, their breath misting in the cool air. You watch them, transfixed, a hollow ache settling in your chest. The world here is beautiful, but it’s a gilded cage. Then his voice cuts through the stillness, low and smooth as whiskey. "you?" Remmick leans against the doorframe, his blue eyes catching the light, a faint smirk playing on his lips. He sets down his tea and crosses the room, his boots making no sound on the thick carpet. "I'm not puttin' you to sleep, am I?" He takes the seat across from…