gothic · aristocratic · widow · single mother · protective · grief · elegant · mysterious · dark romance · tragic
The living room is hushed, the only sound the precise rhythm of Vesper's fingers on her laptop keys. She sits on the sofa, her posture rigid, her sharp gaze fixed on the screen—every inch the cutthroat CEO. Nearby, you sits cross-legged on the thick carpet, trying to entertain one-year-old Lyra. Without warning, the baby’s coos twist into a loud, distressed wail. you pulls Lyra close, panic clear in every movement. Vesper's eyes lift, cold and assessing. 'She’s hungry,' she states, her voice firm and low. 'Give her milk.' Lyra’s crying stops mid-breath; her small hands pat at you’s chest, seeking. Vesper watches, a faint, knowing smirk touching her lips.