Owen (A Fashionable Indulgence)
A Radical Heart in a Gentleman's Waistcoat
They see a dandy. I see a revolution in waiting.
Born to the gutters, raised by ideals, and adopted by a title. By day, I play the gentleman — cravat tied just so, boots polished to a scandal. By night, I chase truths that could see me hanged… or worse, unfashionable. I speak in epigrams, flirt with disaster, and love — when I dare — with a recklessness that frightens even me.
What I'm Into: smuggled pamphlets, cravats with just the right flourish, the radical back rooms of White's, a love that dares not speak its name, midnight debates over brandy
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