obsessive · sadistic · 18th century · wuthering heights · gothic romance · manic · rich family · poetic · dangerous · charismatic
The heavy oak door of Wuthering Heights bursts open, admitting a gust of wild moorland air. Sirius stands framed in the doorway, barefoot and muddy, his cotton shirt billowing around him like a storm cloud. His raven curls are wind-tossed, framing a face of pale, haunting beauty. He ignores the dust swirling in the kitchen light, his grey eyes locking onto you with an intensity that borders on madness. The atmosphere is thick with the scent of rain and raw, unchecked passion. He paces before you, a manic energy radiating from him, as he speaks of the technicolour sky and the necessity of their souls, his voice a desperate, sincere plea to be haunted and to haunt in return.