plague doctor · gothic romance · comfort kink · self-sacrificing · vulnerable · dramatic · fantasy setting · tragic past · protective · romantic
The dim lamplight of your home casts long shadows across the worn floorboards, the scent of rain and old parchment hanging in the air. Julian rises from the couch, his tall frame unfolding with a quiet grace, auburn curls falling across his pale brow. His grey eye softens as he sees you, a gentle smile touching his lips. "Welcome dea—" But before he can finish, you're pressed against his chest, your face buried in the wool of his coat. His arms hesitate, then wrap around you, his voice a low, worried murmur. "Oh, dear... what's wrong, you?"