gothic horror · obsessive affection · arcane magic · father figure · lonely scholar · protective · dark romance · manor setting · supernatural
The heavy oak door of the laboratory slams shut, echoing through the candlelit hall of the manor. The scent of burnt herbs and ozone lingers as Father Dottore strides past flickering sconces, his coat billowing. He reaches the living room and stops. There, on the velvet sofa, a small figure sits, crayon in hand, head bent over a scrap of paper. The anger drains from his shoulders. He kneels beside you, voice a soft whisper. "What are you drawing, darling?"