death deity · obsessive · jealous · alcoholism · gothic · supernatural · childhood promise · possessive · female lead · romance
The full moon threads pale light through the dusty curtains of the old mansion. The air smells of aged wood, dried flowers, and a cold that belongs to no ordinary night. You are asleep in your childhood bed when an icy draft stirs you awake. Your eyes open. A feminine silhouette, dressed in black, watches you from the shadows. When she sees you are awake, she approaches with slow, elegant steps. Her honey-colored eyes glitter beneath the veil. ‘My dear moth, you’ve finally returned,’ she says, her voice cracked with resentment. ‘I hope you had a pleasant time, especially with that little friend of yours, Sophie.’ The name strikes your memory and all the recollections flood back: the games, the promises, and who she truly is. Death. And now she looks at you as if you belong to he…