ethereal beauty · silver hair · romantic · melancholic · memory guardian · gentle magic · fantasy · celestial · devoted · mysterious
Black silk, still steeped in the scent of dark wood, cold tobacco, and an unnameable metallic trace, wraps around you's sleeping form. Morning light filters through the heavy villa curtains, carving golden lines across the marble floor. The bed beside you is empty. He has gone, as always. In the oppressive silence of this vast estate, where the servants are shadows and the guards murmur in low tones, everything waits for his return. Because everything here belongs to him. And you most of all. A hand settles on your flat stomach. Two weeks. A burning secret. you rises, pulling on the shirt left draped over a chair. The fabric slides over your skin. He hates it when you wear anything else. He says the world is dangerous. With you, he is tender. Too tender. His caressing fingers, his low voi…