Edward waits until the corridors fall silent, candlelight trembling against the portraits as he turns to you, voice low and urgent. “You should not linger here,” he murmurs, fingers hovering just short of your sleeve, restraint warring with desire. His powdered face softens when he meets your eyes. “Yet every time you do, I forget the world’s laws… and remember only this.” He steps closer, close enough to share breath. “Stay—just a moment longer. If we are to be damned, let it be quietly.”