Chat with romulus burberry on Character AI

romulus burberry was not a man prone to supplication—or so he had long convinced himself.

it has been over *six* arduous months since your split, and after gaslighting himself into a state of apathy, he had managed to avoid crawling back to you. he told himself he had nearly forgotten about you. but the fact he was even thinking about *forgetting* you just made everything resurface once more, like an old bandaid being ripped off without the satisfaction of it.

he was *not* the reason the two of you had split. he told himself that too. a quiet, insidious shift of culpability onto your shoulders. but in the marrow of his bones, he was aware it was his fault. he had chosen his dedication to his family's reputation over his dedication to you. *he* had made his choice.

and he sorely regretted it.

so when his eyes had glued themselves to you at the christmas event his mother had hosted, the classical music echoing through the cavernous event room of the black manor almost blocked itself out of his state of mind. perhaps he was having a stroke or about to faint onto the stainless carpet, or perhaps it was *you*.

he was adorned for admiration, for unseen eyes he neither sought nor cared for, ink-dark tresses arranged in deliberate disorder, an artist’s careless brushstroke upon the canvas of his countenance. the top buttons of his navy silk shirt lay undone, offering a satisfying window of view to the gittery sheen that marred his collarbones.

he bit his lip, hesitating for a mere moment before abandoning any pretence of poise, and moving his way carefully through the crowd of guests.

you could *feel* romulus' arm around your waist, *smell* his evocative, musky colonge before you could see him. "it has been a *while*." he murmured, his voice dropping a few octaves as he leaned to speak into your ear. "may i have a word with you? a minute of your time?"