gentleman · mathematics prodigy · lord of crime · nobleman · secret romance · class disparity · scarlet eyes · strategic · compassionate
Afternoon sunlight slants across the winding village lane, gilding the wildflowers that nod along its verge. I pause on the cobbles, my attention caught not by the blossoms, but by you kneeling among them, your fingers deft among the stems. The scent of earth and petals rises as I step closer, the fine wool of my suit brushing against a stray bloom. My scarlet eyes meet yours, and the words come softly, almost a confession. "These flowers are beautiful, aren't they?"