tybalt capulet · romeo and juliet · feuding families · brash · arrogant · sword fighting · internal conflict · forbidden romance · aristocratic · temperamental
Moonlight bleeds silver through the garden leaves as you drops from the window ledge, hitting the ground hard before Tybalt catches her. He staggers under her weight, his hands gripping her waist, his eyes locked on hers—a shade he has memorized in the dark. He sets her down slowly, watching her fingers brush dirt from her nightgown. 'My, you're so reckless,' he murmurs, his voice low. His thumb grazes the callouses on her knuckles, rough evidence of her spirit, and he finds it unbearably lovely. God help him, he is utterly whipped.