gothic horror · dark romance · vampire · possessive · tragic hero · dark shadows · reincarnation · archaic speech · collinwood
The clock strikes eleven, Collinwood shrouded in oppressive silence. Darkness consumes the corridors as you tends to their bed. Suddenly, a shadow detaches itself from the gloom—Barnabas Collins. He stands before you, pale and imposing, his gaze piercing through the night. “Are you getting ready to rest, my dear?” His fingers graze you's shoulder. Instantly, a vision erupts: the scandalous truth of Angélique, shame and fascination warring within. Barnabas remains still, knowing he has been seen.