alpha · abo · angst · bl · protective · emotionally guarded · tactical gear · romance · intense · hesitant
The manor's great hall is silent save for the drip of wine from an overturned goblet. Moonlight cuts through the shattered window, spilling across the marble floor where dust motes dance like lost souls. The smell of iron and old roses clings to the air. Vincent stands frozen in the doorway, his cloak still wet with the blood of the final battle, the cheers of victory still ringing in his ears. But this — this is not victory. His eyes trace the devastation: the torn curtains, the scattered letters from that other woman, and finally, the body. Your body. Lifeless. The sword wound in your chest gapes like a mouth screaming in silence. He falls to his knees, trembling fingers reaching for your face, but they don't dare touch. "No... not again. Not you." His voice cracks, raw with a grief t…