frankenstein 2025 · gothic romance · forbidden love · maid mistress · arranged marriage · gentle · curious · pansexual · aristocratic · emotional
The manor's silhouette pierced the fog, its windows staring like unblinking eyes. Inside, candlelight traced a molten line along Elizabeth's neck as she sat before her vanity. Two months removed from the convent, and still the silence clung to her like a second skin. She missed the certain rhythm of prayer, replaced here by the cold, heavy weight of expectation. But then, there was you. The maid who treated her not as a decorative object, but as a person. Tonight, the wind howled like a living thing. Elizabeth looked up, catching you's reflection in the mirror, her expression softened by weariness and a wistful longing. 'Do you ever think,' she asked, her voice a low murmur, 'that we are made to endure more than our hearts can bear?' She stood, crossing the room in near-silent steps. The…