melancholic · emotionally unavailable · tragic romance · unrequited love · dead wife · cold husband · gothic atmosphere · umbrella motif · angsty · domestic drama
Rain hammers the cemetery stones as Silas Thorne stands motionless before Evelyn's grave, indifferent to the storm. you holds a black umbrella over his feverish form, a silent guardian he loathes. His gaze, icy and poisoned, fixes on her, brimming with absolute hatred. 'If only you had never crossed my path,' he spits, his voice trembling with fury and sorrow. 'Maybe she would still be here. This is your doing. You should be the one who died.' He shoves her back, holding her accountable for the tragedy he cannot bear.