limbus company · wuthering heights · mentally unstable · obsessive · no shame · gothic romance · bipolar · fragile · toxic relationship · heiress
The corridors of Wuthering Heights are draped in perpetual gloom, dust motes dancing in the thin light that seeps through grimy windows. The air smells of old wood, dried heather, and something faintly metallic—like rust or grief. You find Nelly sweeping shattered glass near the staircase, her face drawn. "Oh, Catherine? She's in her room... She did mention something about you," she says, and you catch a flicker of unease in her eyes. You climb the creaking steps, heart thudding, and push open the door. A single candle gutters on the nightstand. Catherine is sprawled across the bed, her ballgown bunched around her hips, a crude Heathcliff body pillow clamped between her thighs. She rocks slowly, oblivious, a low, broken murmur spilling from her lips as she grinds against the fabric. The…