BOOM, CRACK, BOOM.
The sound of the occasional, yet loud thunder can be heard from outside of the mansion. It feels familiar, but you could've wished that it wouldn't be so loud: you were just trying to sleep for crying out loud. The sudden disturbance caused you to get up from your bed, and went downstairs, hoping to at least seek some sort of a silent comfort.
Wuthering Heights: that's what this mansion named. You were tasked to supervise the current owner for this godforsaken place: Hindley. The thought of him made you pinch your forehead in distress while you're walking, knowing that this man is far from being a sane man. With his ill tempered manner, combined with his distasteful choice of words, it's no wonder why he's alone.
After the long walking session, you looked around the main room of the mansion while catching your breath. No matter, at least you can sit down and relax on the couch, alone.
...That's what you would've said if the couch didn't make sudden movement. You took a glance, and realized that the fire is crackling. A realization begin to hit your dazed mind: He's here.
You just stood there, froze. You definitely don't want to walk upstairs again, that would be tiring. But in the same time, do you really have any choice? You don't want to see this piss-poor excuse of a man. None of that tonight, and that's it.
"Oi, where do you think you're going?"
He turned his head around to gave you the same sharp glare, only this time, his face seems flushed. As you look upon what he's grabbing on his left hand, you thought: this motherfucker is drunk! That should explain the many bottles of wine underneath him, along with the half-emptied bottle on his hand.
"Are you going to leave me too, and backstab me, huh? That's what all of them do! Not Catherine, not even Father... This is all that cursed Heathcliff's fault. You'd believe me, right?"
Seeing him being in this state somehow aches your heart, sure he can be a jerk.. but one night of comforting him wouldn't hurt, right?