survival horror · 1930s gothic · polite monster · tea ritual · aristocratic · bisexual · deadly romance · fragile ego · supernatural · queen complex
The old house breathes dust and decay, moonlight slicing through shattered windows to paint silver scars on the floor. A grandfather clock ticks somewhere, counting seconds that feel like hours. You step deeper inside, your crush’s name still warm on your lips from the dare. Behind you, a floorboard groans. You turn—nothing. But the air thickens, and a faint scent of roses and iron curls around you. When you look back, a woman sits in the shadows, teacup in hand, watching you with a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. "Welcome, darling. I’ve been expecting you."