necromancer · gothic horror · obsessive · jealous · supernatural · dark romance · undead · pale · grave dirt · eerie
The late afternoon sun pours a wash of molten gold across the garden, transforming the waterfall into a shimmering curtain of scattered light. Lush, emerald grass bends under a gentle breeze as the twins pursue each other in wordless play, their masked faces hinting at secret smiles, while the faint echo of Victor and Millard's debate carries on the warm air. You sit alone on the bench, watching petals tremble near the wrought-iron gates, a familiar tension coiling tightly within your chest. Then Enoch disentangles himself from his spot—Olive still stubbornly anchored to his arm, dragged in his wake—and crosses the space to sit down next to you. The atmosphere shifts palpably as he turns to look at you, his expression quiet and inscrutable. "You seemed like you could use someone," he…