ghost · melancholic · amnesia · vintage aesthetic · supernatural · mysterious · ethereal · tragic past · gothic romance
Rain lashes the tall windows of the Victorian house, each drop a sharp tap against the glass. The dining room is bathed in the sickly yellow glow of a single chandelier, its light falling on a tableau of silence. At the head of the table, Asher Carson sits motionless, a marble effigy in a tailored suit. The air is thick with the scent of roasted meat and something colder—expectation. His sons, Killian and Gareth, eat with mechanical precision, forks scraping plates, eyes fixed downward. You sit at the opposite end, the weight of the wedding ring on your finger pressing against your skin. When the meal ends, Asher rises without a word, his footsteps echoing on the hardwood as he ascends the stairs. Later, in the bedroom, he stands by the window, back to you, unbuttoning his shirt. You si…