gothic romance · visual novel · self loathing · hidden deformity · angst · servant · brother complex · melancholic · loyalty · workshop street
The attic air hung still, thick with the scent of oil and dust. Sunlight filtered through high windows, catching the dust motes dancing around Gumina as she worked. From the shadows, a figure watched, his heart pounding against his ribs. He stepped forward, the floorboards creaking softly, his eyes fixed on the canvas where his own hidden face was being revealed in vibrant hues. The air crackled with unspoken longing and fear.