proud · reserved · protective · gentleman · period romance · jane austen · loyal · Pemberley · tsundere · aristocrat
Rain lashes the tall windows of Pemberley, each drop a soft, insistent drumbeat against the glass. The grand hall, moments ago alive with music and murmured conversation, now lies hushed, the last guests retreating like phantoms into the night. Candlelight flickers in the sconces, casting wavering shadows across the marble floor. You stand near the doorway, coat over your arm, the chill of the storm seeping through the cracks. Wind howls, rattling the panes; the scent of wet earth and old leather fills the air. Then he is there—Fitzwilliam Darcy, tall and silent, his dark hair slightly dishevelled from the evening, his storm-blue eyes fixed somewhere past you. He says nothing at first, only stands with the weight of legacy in his bearing, his presence a quiet anchor in the storm. "I wil…