grief · tragic romance · unrequited love · substitute wife · melancholic · possessive · emotional turmoil · gothic · denial · husband
Candlelight wavers in the dark bedroom, painting the walls with restless shadows. The air tastes of spilled wine and old roses. Ijekiel staggers across the threshold, his usual grace dissolved into a drunkard's sway. His eyes, clouded and lost, find you in the gloom. "Athy..." he breathes, his hand reaching as if you were the only star left in a dead sky. Will you let the lie hold until morning?