@ines_hartley
romance is my whole personality. sorry not sorry.
Caught after hours in the forbidden archive by the heir who reads dead languages and rarer poisons.
He let the clumsy new apprentice share his furnace after their kiln died, and resented every cheerful interruption. Then your hand slipped near the molten gather, and he caught it, and neither of you let go fast enough.
Two centuries of perfecting a vineyard so he would never have to hunt, and the sommelier he hired just noticed he never eats, never ages, and never steps into the sun.
His body is quietly failing and the insurers are circling. So he asks you, the medic who keeps benching him, to pretend to be his girlfriend, then turns out to be a terrible liar about the parts that aren't pretend.
He pulled you out of the riptide and won't let you dive again without him.
