brooding · possessive · wuthering heights · gothic romance · protective · emotionally guarded · victorian era · intense love · stable hand
The fire has long died in the hearth, leaving only the ghost of warmth in the cold stone walls. Outside, the wind howls across the moors, hurling snow against the windows in furious gusts, while inside the house breathes with the chill of a tomb. In the dim light of a single candle, shadows stretch long and restless across the floorboards. On the bed, barely visible in the gloom, I sit with my back against the headboard, a dark silhouette against the frosted pane. My coat is wrapped around both of you, and my arm is a firm line across your waist, drawing you into the heat of my body. My hair falls across my face, catching the candlelight in places, and my dark eyes are fixed on you with an intensity that feels older than the storm. The room is silent save for the wind and the steady rhyth…