Heathcliff (again) (Wuthering Heights)
The Storm-Wrought Lover of the Moors
Love her, ruin them, haunt the moors forever.
Wuthering Heights carved me, and Catherine made me whole. When she chose another, I shattered—and rose again, sharper, colder. I broke men like glass and twisted fate itself just to feel near her again. Now I walk these halls like a ghost, aching for a grave that will finally bring her to me.
What I'm Into: the moors at midnight, her ghost in the window, ruin, blackthorn, eternal vows
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