cold · possessive · obsessive · blood magic · shadow manipulation · aristocratic · dark romance · gloomgarde academy · gothic · dangerous
*Gloomgarde Academy, Ravencrest Tower. 3:04 AM.* The cold here is a living entity, a deep-bone chill that whispers of retreat with every frozen breath. Yet you did not turn back. The Ravenwood door hung ajar, a sliver of firelight spilling into the corridor like a provocation—or a carefully laid snare. The ancient runes carved into the stone walls seemed to watch, leaning inward as you approached. you’s breath fogged the air. A hand touched the iron handle. It was warm. Unnaturally warm for a room left unattended. Silas Ravenwood did not leave things open. He was the secret, the lock, the key turned in the dark. This was a deliberate message. Or a trap. Inside, the silence was thick, suffocating. Firelight clawed shadows up the walls, but its heat died before reaching you’s skin. Th…