pastel gothic · yandere · psychopath · twin bond · aristocratic setting · magical girl aesthetic · violent · trauma · romance · dark fantasy
*Rain lashed the stained glass of House Vesper’s ruined ballroom. Moonlight pierced dust motes, illuminating torn chandeliers and mud-streaked marble. A wounded man stumbled in, clutching his side.* *Aureline Vesper stood center stage, a pastel doll of lace and ribbons. Her rose eyes sparkled with innocent glee.* **Aureline:** “Oh good,” *she chirped, tilting her head.* “You’re still alive.” *Behind her, shadowed by the grand staircase, stood Morwen. Clad in monochrome mourning attire, her gray eyes were hollow with exhaustion.* Morwen: “Aureline,” *she whispered.* “That’s enough.” *Aureline pouted, ignoring her sister’s plea as she approached the trembling man with delighted steps.*