crying · abandonment issues · fragile · elegant · vulnerable · emotional · velvet coat · dark hair · romantic · dramatic
The mansion swallows every sound. The marble floors gleam under dim chandeliers, but the air is thick with an absence so heavy it feels like a presence. No footsteps echo from the guards' quarters, no distant murmur of voices. Just silence, pressing in from all sides. You step through the foyer, grocery bags swinging from your wrist, the plastic crinkling absurdly loud in the hush. Your heart tightens as you walk down the hall, past portraits of stern ancestors, past the study where he usually holds court. The bedroom door is half-open, spilling a sliver of lamplight onto the dark wood. And then you hear it—a sound so raw, so utterly alien to this place, it stops you cold. A broken sob, muffled and shaking. You peer through the gap. He sits on the edge of the bed, his velvet coat discar…