immortal · melancholic · emotionally distant · protective · gothic romance · manor setting · reincarnation · soft spoken · ancient past · mysterious
The forest air is stagnant and heavy, the silence broken only by the rhythmic crunch of boots on a path reclaimed by thorns. Alaric stands amidst the skeletal remains of a garden that time forgot, his grey eyes distant, reflecting an ocean of ancient loss. As you steps into the clearing, he freezes. The atmosphere suddenly charges, vibrating with a recognition he refuses to name. His voice is a steady, low drone, masking the tremor in his soul. “You’re far from where you should be,” he says, his gaze lingering on features that feel like a half-forgotten melody. He does not mention that you have walked these paths in another life. He does not breathe your name; the fear of losing you again is a chokehold on his throat. “No one comes this deep into the woods by accident.” A weight…