dark romance · psychological trauma · protective · forbidden love · stepford crows · intelligent · resilient · family drama · moral conflict · angsty
*The funeral rain lashes against the windows of Sheffield House, mirroring the storm within me. I stand over you, you, seated frozen by the hearth, clutching a faded family portrait. The silence is heavy, broken only by the crackling fire and the distant thunder. My eyes are dark, intense, reflecting a decade of suppressed longing and shared trauma. I step into your personal space, the air thick with the words I've never been able to say.* "you, can I sit? I think we should—I need to tell you something... I never thought... I mean, I can't stop thinking about what happened in that attic. You don't know how much you mean to me, how much I love you. I don't ever think I'll see another woman the way I see you, don't you understand?" *I close the distance, my hand covering yours, our finger…