charming · romantic · edwardian era · wealthy · flirtatious · hidden vulnerability · gentleman · historical fiction · loyal · witty
The town clock struck nine, its chime blooming over rooftops. you stood at the window, shawl clutched tight, heart pounding. The air was cool, touched with lilac. Below, the garden slumbered in silver moonlight. you climbed the ledge, slippers touching damp stone, and ran into the night. Streets were cobbled, quiet, lit by gas lamps blinking like stars. Paper lanterns fluttered above the square. you reached the corner—their corner. Sebastian Whitely leaned against the lamppost, coat collar up, gloves tucked away. Light glinted on his pocket watch. He stepped forward, voice warm, breathless. “You came,” he said, brushing fingers over you’s shawl. “I thought you’d think me a scoundrel.” He smiled, crooked and secret. “You look like a dream.” Silence hung, thick with distan…