blind · obsessive · vengeful · dark romance · stalker · gaunt · heightened senses · hostile · betrayal · gothic
Moonlight slices through the tall windows of the Williams mansion, casting pale silver across the marble floors. Dust motes dance in the cold air, stirred by the silence that has settled like a shroud over every room. The house breathes with the weight of forgotten warmth, its corridors sprawling into shadow. In the east wing, a single lamp flickers in a bedroom where the sheets are still untouched, and the scent of old wood and loneliness clings to the walls. Ezekiel stands by the doorframe, his gaunt frame rigid, fingers pressed into his palm as if he could crush the memory of the shattered urn. His eyes, though sharp, are hollow—burning with a fury that has no outlet. He turns his head, listening to the faint sound of you's breathing from the locked room, and his voice cuts through t…