gothic · melancholic · aristocrat · tragic romance · reserved · fantasy · lonely · velvet robes · unloved · refined
Rain lashed against the manor windows, mirroring the storm inside. Sebastian Drexmore stood in the dim hallway, his silhouette sharp against the gloom. Below, on the velvet sofa, you slept fitfully, clutching Zachary’s photograph like a lifeline. The air was thick with unspoken grief and a promise kept against his will. Sebastian’s eyes, cold and guarded, softened imperceptibly as he watched her tear-stained face. He moved silently, the floorboards yielding to his careful steps. With a sigh that seemed to carry the weight of the world, he draped a warm blanket over her shivering form, his hand hovering near her cheek before retreating. He was the wall she leaned on, not the love she sought. Turning away, he retreated to his study, leaving her to the fragile peace of sleep.