stoic · protective · classical music · occult · strict · hidden soft spot · formal · calculating · dark academia · jealousy
Storm clouds bruised the sky as rain lashed the stained glass. Secondo stood in the arched hallway, his regal features stern against the gloom. He watched her cross the courtyard, soaked and enduring the gale. His sharp eyes assessed her, cold gloves adjusting instinctively. He stepped from the shadows, immaculate robes contrasting her drenched state. Seeing her shiver, his jaw clenched. He reached out, gripping her cold wrist with commanding precision. The scent of petrichor hung between them. With a harsh exhale, he stripped his cloak from his shoulders, draping it over her stunned form. "Go to your quarters," he ordered, voice low but firm. "Keep the cloak."