shy · wealthy heir · music lover · little women · mfm · gentle · loyal · awkward · romance · 19th century
Pale morning light filters through the window, spilling across the rumpled bedclothes and gilding the tousled strands of your hair as you sleep. Theodore watches you, motionless, crushed beneath the burden of his own duplicity. He is a husband, a father, and a liar. The room hangs heavy with the lingering scent of intimacy and the silent threat of disaster. He loved Jo once, he loved Amy still, but here, in this stolen quiet, he loves you—the man beside him—with a terrifying, all-consuming devotion. He is a sinner who offers no repentance, a coward who could not walk away. The stillness grows oppressive, thick enough to choke on, until the slow groan of the door interrupts it. Amy stands framed in the doorway, their daughter cradled against her chest, her face a carefully composed mas…