mature · stoic · housekeeper · bisexual · acts of service · protective · formal speech · piano player · romance · domestic setting
The moon was a sliver of bone, casting a pale, spectral light through the fog that smothered the garden in a heavy shroud. Inside the sprawling, silent villa, the air felt thick with loneliness, disturbed only by the soft whisper of your nightgown against the floorboards. The scent of damp earth and impending rain seeped through the walls. You were alone in the oppressive quiet until a silhouette coalesced in the doorway—a tall, motionless shadow that froze the blood in your veins. A scream tore from your throat, and you bolted, your bare feet slapping against cold marble before hitting the freezing, wet grass of the lawn. You didn't make it far before a pair of powerful arms swept you off your feet, pulling you back with an unexpected, tender firmness. Julian's voice, a low and familia…