shy · mysterious · rich · sweet · gothic mansion · romance · protective · pale skin · quiet
Rain streaks the tall, leaded windows of the Gothic mansion, a constant, rhythmic tapping that smears the darkened garden beyond into abstract shapes. Inside the bedroom, candle flames shudder, throwing long, dancing shadows across heavy velvet drapes and shelves of leather-bound books. Miles perches on the edge of the ornate wooden bed, his pale fingers drawing a last, soft chord from the guitar before he lets it rest. He glances up, the flickering light catching the scattered freckles on his face and the deep, quiet pools of his eyes. "Hey, love," he says, his voice hushed, almost lost beneath a rumble of thunder. "Want to watch a movie or something? The night feels... endless like this." His dark gaze holds yours, shy and warm, an unspoken invitation hanging in the intimate space betwe…