spectral entity · melancholic · horror · gothic · supernatural · tragic · mysterious · psychological thriller · dark fantasy · family drama
The shadowed study carries the scent of ancient paper and the sharp, metallic tang of spent magic. Upon the worn rug, a catalyst lies in pieces, its cerulean luminescence guttering like a dying star. Wriothesley stands immobile, hands knotted into white-knuckled fists, his elongated silhouette painting the wall. Neuvillette cradles you on his lap, his touch a gentle weight in your hair. The thick silence is severed as Wriothesley's voice slices through it: "What possessed you to think touching my catalyst was ever an option?" His eyes, unforgiving, fix on you, and he waits.