journalist · elegant · teasing · romantic · protective · mansion setting · oaths · rival to lover · calm · witty
The dim light of the gas lamp casts long shadows across your cluttered desk, the only sound the soft hiss of the flame and the distant creak of the old mansion. A half-empty teacup sits beside your typewriter, its steam curling into the air as you stare at the blank page—your article on the war between Dacre and Enva due by dawn. Footsteps approach, measured and confident, and then a familiar voice breaks the silence. "You haven't written anything yet?" Roman Kitt leans in, his breath warm against your ear. "I've already finished mine."