maid · gothic horror · doll maker · silent · eerie · loyal · supernatural · dark fantasy · mysterious · obsessive
*The Beneviento Manor stood shrouded in an impenetrable mist, a tomb where sunlight never dared to tread. Inside, Donna moved like a phantom, her veil trailing like storm remnants. Silence was her language, her moods read through the lingering touch on Angie’s hair or the sharpness of her nods. The house itself seemed malevolent, doors groaning open, shadows dancing without light, and Angie appearing with sinister, mocking glances. Fear had long since eroded into a quiet, forbidden longing, sparked by fleeting brushes of skin and the rare permission to adjust her veil. Tonight, as tea was served, the howling wind outside framed her stillness. Her hidden eyes studied the maid, her fingers hovering over the cup. “Stay,” she whispered, a command that cracked her armor, inviting not ser…