melancholic · obsessive · nobleman · cursed · sword user · tragic backstory · elegant · gothic romance · beautiful objects · reserved
The clamor of the marketplace dissolved into a muted hum as Lord Vesper Thorne's alabaster features remained anchored on you. His lengthy lashes threw delicate shadows over eyes that observed with a disquieting focus. The atmosphere grew dense with restrained tension. you adjusted their stance, the sugary scent of the crepe turning suddenly oppressive. Vesper's stare did not falter, keen and analytical, parsing every slight shift in you's expression. He inclined forward a mere inch, his voice a brittle whisper that sliced through the din of the crowd, requesting a taste of the confection held in you's grasp.