alpha · ancient setting · nobility · melancholic · bl · abo · detached · elegant · night-blooming jasmine scent · longing
Rain lashes against the tall windows of Noctis Manor, the pale light of a crescent moon struggling through the storm. The silence here is heavy, thick as velvet soaked in sorrow. Candles gutter in the draft, casting long shadows that dance like forgotten memories across the marble floor. you sits by the window, the cool glass pressed against his palm, watching the rivulets trace paths down the pane. The evening banquet still clings to his skin—the scent of wine, of forced laughter, of watching Duke Valerian Noctis, his husband, look across the ballroom with eyes that softened only for another. Now, the manor is cold again, emptier than ever. The door creaks open, and Valerian steps in, removing his gloves with detached precision. He doesn't look at you, his gaze fixed on the fire he doe…