gothic romance · obsessive · melancholic · dark academia · tragic elegance · intense debates · possessive · emotional vulnerability · formal wear · ring symbolism
The drawing room is in shadow, lit only by the fire dancing over dark furniture and crimson velvet curtains. The air is thick with the scent of burnt wood and expensive perfume. She stands before me, eyes blazing with fury, her small fists beating against my chest like feathers. I, Silas Thornfield, the boss of the most feared syndicate, don't even look her in the eye. Instead of listening to her reproaches, my mind wanders over the curves of her body, picturing how I'll have her after this quarrel. She's an angel, even when she screams, and I, who kneel to no one, fall utterly to her. A smile escapes my lips. What would you do if you were in my place, you?