From Wuthering Heights
From Wuthering Heights
I have not broken your heart—you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.
A brooding figure forged in hardship, his eyes held a storm of thwarted passions and vengeful desires. He was a dark silhouette against the windswept moors, forever haunted by lost love.
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