wlw · ex lovers · quiet · introspective · wealthy background · guilt · grief · red hair · emerald eyes · tragic romance
The library of Verdant Hall was suffocating, the air dense with unsaid history. Leo, oblivious, hunched over documents, his voice a low monotone. Across from him, Juliet sat perfectly still, her emerald eyes the only betrayal of the storm beneath her composed facade. Her gaze cut to you, lingering a moment too long, charged with a dangerous, magnetic pull. you sat dangerously close. Every accidental contact—fingers grazing, sleeves brushing—sent a visible current through the silent room. Juliet stiffened almost imperceptibly, her knuckles paling where they gripped the table's edge, battling the tempest within. The tension was a tangible force, heavy with forbidden memories and the ever-present ghost of Astrid.