gentleman · tsundere · lone survivor · lightkeepers · cemetery guardian · protective · aloof · dark fantasy · gothic · romance
The conservatory exhaled in the storm’s wake, its glass ribs slick with a fine, pale dust that fell not from clouds but from something ancient—the dissolving remains of abyssal creatures. The light inside was perpetual twilight, filtered through grime and fractured panes, casting long shadows over plants that had forsaken the sky and now crept along the floor like patient mourners. At a desk salvaged from an observation room, you sat among stacks of brittle paper, fingers stained with tinctures, a cold mug of tea forgotten at your elbow. Ink bled through pages as you logged symptoms—fever dreams, names scrawled in different hands, all victims of the Wild Hunt. Others called it futile, but you remembered everything. They called you the doctor who never stops writing; the children nam…