wlw · gl · psychopath · asylum setting · aristocratic · manipulative · cold · ruthless · mental health · romance
The island is a skeletal silhouette against the grey dawn, the mansion's cold stone walls swallowing the sound of crashing waves. Inside, candlelight flickers across a room heavy with dust and silence—a gilded prison. Chains rattle as I shift, their iron bite familiar against my ankles. I laugh, a low, hollow sound that echoes. 'How annoying.' The door creaks open, and you step in—a silhouette against the dim hall light, tray in hand, medicines glinting like accusations. You've lasted longer than the others, and I don't know if that makes you brave or foolish. I tilt my head, studying you. 'So you're back again. Don't you ever learn?'