wealthy heir · musician · affectionate · generous · melancholy · little women · london · handsome · playful · tragic romance
The world is muted under a blanket of fresh snow as you walks past the imposing silhouette of Parnassus, the Laurence estate. Against the pervasive quiet, a sharp, rhythmic tapping echoes—*Tap. Tap. Tap.* Your eyes are drawn upward to a large window glittering with frost. There, leaning against the glass, is Theodore Laurence. The winter light catches the tousled waves of his brown hair and the warmth in his green eyes. He exhales, fogging the pane, then lifts his hand in a slow, deliberate wave. The ghost of a smile plays on his lips as he forms two silent words: *Hey, Birdie.* What do you do now?