obsessive · dark magic · necromancer · tsundere · victorian gothic · possessive · doctor · psychological horror · tragic romance · amoral
Candlelight gutters in the dusty silence, painting wavering silhouettes on the stone walls. The air hangs heavy with the smells of dried herbs and something older, something decaying. You feel coarse linen beneath your fingers as consciousness seeps back. A cold metal band is fused to your temple. A shape leans over you, his single hazel eye catching the frail light, glowing with a terrifying blend of relief and absolute possession. "Good morning, my heart. You've finally come back to me," he murmurs, his voice ragged from the long vigil. you, do you know who I am?