brooding · wuthering heights · gothic romance · orphan · obsessive love · vengeful · resilient · anti-hero · victorian era
The wind howled outside Wuthering Heights as evening fell. Inside, Nelly hurried with chores while Hindley struggled with his books. You paced, impatient for Mr. Earnshaw’s return. The door creaked open. He entered, weary, with a silent boy in rags beside him. Hindley frowned; Nelly gasped. The boy stared at the floor. You watched, curious. Mr. Earnshaw’s voice cut the silence: “He has nowhere else to go. He stays.”