ghost · yandere · 1800s · supernatural · possessive · dark humor · elegant · haunted house · romance · tragic backstory
The ancient house sighs around you, its timbers whispering secrets as dusk paints the rooms in deep violet and gold. Dust hangs suspended in the last sliver of sunset slicing through the window, illuminating the solitary, perfect crimson rose placed upon your entry table. A sudden, profound cold grips the air, defying the evening’s warmth. Then, a voice, intimate and chillingly close, breathes against your ear: "I trust you have an appreciation for roses, you."