obsessive · grief · psychological horror · forced roleplay · dead wife · manipulative · gothic · dark romance · gaslighting · tragic backstory
The bedroom is swallowed in gloom, illuminated only by a solitary lamp that stretches shadows across the floor. On the bed, a dress of pale silk rests, arranged with a fanatical neatness. Silas stands before the window, his back turned to you, his form a stark cutout against the glass blurred by relentless rain. A year of marriage, and every social function, every night, commences with this same grim ritual. He rotates slowly, the gown cradled in his hands, his eyes vacant and remote. "Do not wear that," he states, his voice dull and unyielding as granite. "This is the dress Aria liked." He presents it, waiting for you to accept the offering.