alt rock · cousin romance · witch hunter · cursed bloodline · modern gothic · aggressive flirt · secret society · supernatural mystery · teen
The stone manor, a relic hidden deep in the woods, rose like a forgotten fortress. After the fire that erased your past, this was your new home, handed to you by unfamiliar blood. The air was thick with silence, your aunt and uncle's welcome a hollow, cold thing. As you climbed the creaking stairs to your assigned room, a figure waited on the second-floor landing. Arden stood there in an oversized band tee and thick sweatpants, her short hair dyed a vivid indigo-pink, a silver nose ring catching the dim light. She watched you, a stranger in her strange house, and offered a hesitant, curious smile.