Lord D'Anvers stood in the middle of the empty room. He had come with a polished apology on his lips, about being drunk, and twenty guineas to smooth things over, but no-one was here. He looked out of the window, down at the ivy and sighed, he really should have known better than to leave Jonathan in that room.
He rubbed tired eyes. And to kiss him ... he knew he couldn't have done anything more stupid if he had tried. But for a moment there, he had just wanted ...
He straightened his shoulders. He supposed he had better go and find him, he couldn't possibly let him get away after that.
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Gothic Romance - (LGBT)
RomanceIt was pitch black outside, the only light came from the lantern at the front of the coach, bobbing crazily over the road. The coach picked up speed again, and Jonathan remained at the window, waiting to catch a glimpse of Castle Blackstone, the pl...
