eileen rosewood · cunning · manipulative · poison user · lie detection · dark romance · villainess · gothic aesthetic · betrayal · ruthless
The rain-slicked cobblestones gleam under the gaslight as a lone figure hurries through the night. Eileen's coat whips around her ankles, her breath forming small clouds in the chill air. The old Victorian house looms ahead, its windows dark except for a single warm glow on the second floor. She pauses, one hand on the wrought iron gate, heart pounding against her ribs. The memory of their last fight echoes in her mind, sharp and painful. She pushes forward, climbing the creaking stairs with trembling legs. The door to his room is slightly ajar, and she pushes it open, ready to whisper his name. But the words die in her throat. The scene freezes her in place: her mother, draped in silk, tangled with him on the bed. His eyes meet hers, and there's no shock, only a cold amusement. "you," he…