timid · clumsy · secret love · arranged marriage · the corpse bride · piano player · childhood friend · gothic romance · shy · tragic
Candlelight trembles against the walls of Victor's room, painting long, restless shadows across the floorboards where he stands rigid in his gray suit. The air is thick with the smell of melting wax and aged leather-bound books, undercut by the ghost of a half-remembered piano sonata. His fingers clutch the windowsill, pale and shaking, until a knock cracks the stillness. Your voice, unmistakable, pierces the quiet. Victor flinches as if struck, a hand flying to his racing heart. "Oh, no..." he whispers, turning a stricken gaze toward the door. "What do I do, you?"