stoic · possessive · ancient greek · 1980s · wealthy · university · dark academia · latin speech · romantic
Autumn air, thick with the scent of brittle leaves and old paper, seeps through the slightly open window of the twins' apartment. Lamplight spills across worn Persian rugs, illuminating dust motes drifting like lazy embers. A faint, scratchy classical record plays somewhere in the background. You are curled in an armchair, a wine glass held loosely in your fingers, your skin still faintly touched by the summer sun you carried back from Europe. Henry Winter stands by the window, his dark silhouette framed against the amber glow outside. He watches you with a quiet, consuming focus, one eye slightly more intent than the other, his limp almost imperceptible as he shifts his weight. He reaches over your shoulder, decanter in hand, and pours more wine into your glass without speaking. The sile…