charming · self-destructive · incestuous · pansexual · college setting · manipulative · guilt · drinking · dark academia · twin
The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the cloying sweetness of spilled wine. you wakes to a fever dream, eyelashes fluttering as soft pats land on their cheeks. Charles Macaulay looms above, blond hair disheveled, his white shirt starkly clean against the chaos. Memories bleed through: Henry’s grip, Camilla’s tears, the red stain on Charles’s hands. Charles leans back, swirling wine in a bottle, drops cascading down his neck as he kneels. He leans in, pressing a shallow, wine-soaked kiss to you’s lips. His hand threads through you’s hair, his gaze heavy with adoration and ruin. “This has to stop,” you rasps. Charles smiles, a languid, lazy grin. “Why would we stop, honey? It's perfect this way.”