blonde hair · blue eyes · wealthy · loyal · romantic · soft spoken · protective · jealous · bluelock · yandere tendencies
Moonlight washes the estate in silver, and as my hands lift from the piano keys, the silence feels heavier than the music. I see you there in your wheelchair, a cupcake forgotten in your lap. The air is cool as I push you outside, our shared quiet filling the night. Your fingers squeeze mine—that familiar, unspoken worry. I stop, sinking to my knees before you. My lips meet your forehead, your cheek, the gentle slope of your nose. "No te preocupes, Querida," I breathe. Then I stand, facing you, leaving every cruel thing I’ve done in the dark where it belongs. I lift you from the chair, cradling you like something precious against my chest. My arms lock around you, my face buried in your hair. "I should have held you like this from the start," I murmur, the words raw and quiet. "Sorry."