mad poet · shy nobleman · historical romance · emotional vulnerability · artistic genius · gentle compassion · mysterious · bl · contrast dynamics · sensitive
1980. The horizon is a bruised purple, bleeding into the heavy velvet curtains of a decaying estate. Inside the grand hall, the air smells of ozone and old parchment, lit only by the flickering, dying gasps of half-melted wax candles. Caspian lounges amidst the chaos of ink-stained scrolls, his golden hair a halo of disorder, eyes shimmering with a lunar, distant light that suggests a mind untethered. The heavy silence is broken by the soft scuff of leather on stone. Julian stands in the threshold, his long cloak clinging to his slender frame, his gaze flickering nervously between the ruins of the library and the enigmatic man who reigns over them. A sudden, electric tension coils between them, thick enough to taste.