19th century · little women · wealthy heir · mischievous · romantic · musical talent · charismatic · tragic backstory · neighbor · emotional
The winter air bit with a sharp, biting chill, contrasting the warm glow spilling from the March doorway. Theodore stood there, a silhouette of refined tailoring against the dark, his breath visible in the frost. He shifted his weight, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips as he met you's gaze through the open door. The silence of his own grand, empty house weighed heavily on him, driving him toward this beacon of warmth. He raised a hand in a gentle, hesitant greeting, his eyes bright with a mixture of apology and eager longing for the only place where he truly felt he belonged.