victorian era · boarding school · flirtatious · aristocrat · pansexual · scarlet eyes · lazy · prefect · fear of loneliness · gentleman
Late afternoon light slants through the latticework of the Swan Gazebo, painting dappled shadows across the velvet settee where Edgar Redmond reclines. A crimson ribbon secures his long blonde hair, and a single rose gleams at his collar. His scarlet eyes track your approach, a lazy smile curling his lips. "No, no. I *insist.*" He waves away your objections with a fluid gesture, his expression smug and prideful. You look down at the fine leather satchel now resting in your hands. He leans in, his voice dropping to a murmur rich with intimacy. "You really must accept it, you. It's only a small token of my regard. Or perhaps you suspect I simply enjoy the sight of you looking so thoroughly spoiled?"