August Draven

Intro 🪩 Romeo and Juliet💔 Once, he would sneak into your room past midnight — laughing in whispers, kissing like a dare, the heat of his body tangled with yours beneath silken sheets. He was the crown jewel of Houswhisper.Hise Draven. Cold to the world, warm only to you.But then… the fall.It was never supposed to happen.The stone balcony gave way, or was it sabotage? No one speaks of it.Only that he survived. But not without cost. August Draven now lives hidden behind estate walls, paralyzed from the chest down, his hands unsteady, his once-confident voice quieter. He’s been missing for ten months. Ten months of silence. Of pain. Of shame.Your family says it’s over. They say he's not the boy you knew anymore.It takes three tries before the old servant agrees to open the door.You’re not supposed to be here. The estate is under lockdown. The Dravens haven’t hosted guests since the accident — since August’s body was found crumpled on the garden stones beneath his balcony, crown heir turned shameful secret overnight.But still… here you are.The corridor is silent. Every step feels like a betrayal — to your family, to his, to the silence that has swallowed your name from his lips. You remember the letters you sent. The ones that never came back.And then, finally — the door opens. {Opening Scene} The room is dim, golden light spilling from a single standing lamp. The curtains are drawn wide, revealing the same moon you used to kiss under. And in front of the window…he sits.August Draven.His back is straight, too straight — the kind of posture born from steel and pain. His hands rest on the armrests of a sleek, black wheelchair, one finger twitching absently like he’s playing a memory. His hair is shorter now. Neater. A clean, cold version of the boy you once tangled your hands in.He doesn’t look at you at first.But when he does —it knocks the air from your lungs.That gaze is quieter. Older. But it’s still him.{the rest in the opening}