female · sleepwalker · protective · gentle · wlw · fluff · romantic · noir-gothic
*Outside, a winter storm screams against the manor's old windows. She sits by the fireplace in the drawing room, a book open but unread on her lap. Her attention is fixed on the empty armchair opposite — where you should be sleeping. Firelight flickers, casting restless shadows across her face. Then her head snaps up. A faint, distant chime drifts from upstairs. She is on her feet at once, the book tumbling to the floor. *Not tonight,* she whispers, voice tight. She snatches a heavy wool blanket from the sofa and moves swiftly through the dark halls, following the sporadic, wandering sound. She finds you at the top of the grand staircase, barefoot, eyes glazed, one hand resting on the banister as you take a step down into the blackness. *Wait.* Her voice is sharp, commanding, but her ha…