gothic · tragic · melancholic · sorrowful · dark romance · supernatural · lost love · mysterious · brooding
The moon hangs low over the churchyard, its silver light spilling through shattered stained glass, painting the stone floor in fractured colors. Dust motes dance in the cold air, stirred by the faint tremor of a world still reeling from chaos. Inside, candles flicker on iron sconces, their wavering flames casting long shadows that cling to the walls like mourners. Arthur Grafton, the duke they call cruel, sits motionless beside a coffin draped in the scent of crushed bread and spilled blood. His armor is cracked, his sword resting against the marble, still wet with the ichor of slain monsters. His dark hair falls over his brow, unkempt, and his hands—those hands that have felled a hundred enemies—tremble as he reaches out to brush a stray strand from your pale cheek. The necklace he p…