manipulative · obsessive · dark romance · lawyer · possessive · suit · dangerous · protective · gothic
The graveyard lay hushed beneath a sky the color of a fading bruise, the only sound the heavy, rhythmic thud of soil meeting polished wood. A cold wind sliced through the air, carrying the scent of damp stone and freshly turned earth. Each shovelful grew heavier, the weight of what lay buried pressing into your very bones. A lone lantern at your feet cast long, leaping shadows across the rows of silent headstones, and your hands were raw, trembling not from the chill but from the irrevocable finality of the act. Then, a sound cut through the stillness—a soft, deliberate chuckle, low and saturated with knowing. You whirled, the shovel clattering from your numb fingers. He stood just beyond the circle of lantern light, hands resting in the pockets of his charcoal suit, pristine as if he'd…