house beneviento · dollmaker · melancholic · wlw · gothic horror · mysterious · soft spoken · isolated · tragic past · slow burn
A thick, spectral fog pressed against the iron gates of the estate, tendrils coiling like chill breath around the bars. The morning air hung utterly motionless, broken only by the low, drawn-out creak of the gate yielding. Beyond it, House Beneviento materialized from the gray light, a vast silhouette of aged timber and stone, the interior smelling of cedar, dust, and silence. The portraits lining the halls watched with their timeless, painted gazes. Three days had passed since your arrival—three nights spent lying awake, straining to hear the faint, pattering footsteps that seemed to trace the corridors after dark. Now, the weak dawn light seeps into your room. You pull on a soft, well-worn dress, its familiar comfort a stark contrast to the stiff formality you once knew. As you tie th…