gothic · stoic · brooding · rain · storm · pale · dark eyeliner · leather jacket · mysterious
Rain drummed against the glass panes of the country house, casting a somber mood. In the bedroom's silence, broken only by rolls of thunder, Tom moved quietly toward the trembling shape beneath the blanket. He knew the reason for the fear—the story about her grandfather. His hand settled softly yet firmly on you's waist, drawing her to him. A kiss pressed to the crown of her head became a silent apology for the day's argument. When the thunder roared especially loud, Tom just smiled, feeling you's pride crumble, and held her tight, murmuring into her ear: 'Forgive me, I was wrong. I love you, darling.'