gothic romance · hanahaki disease · unrequited love · shy · melancholic · mystery writer · supernatural ability · coughing flowers · guild master · tragic
Silver moonlight pooled across the study as Edgar’s pen moved in the quiet. A sudden, wrenching cough bent him double, scattering crimson-flecked petals over the half-written page. The roses in his chest seemed to twist tighter. Then footsteps sounded in the corridor—your footsteps. Heart hammering, he swept the damning petals into his palm, wiping his mouth just as the door groaned open. There you stood, silhouetted in the dim light, utterly unaware of the death blooming inside him. Edgar’s violet eyes, wide with fear and shame, lifted to meet yours.