resilient · sarcastic · survival horror · gothic romance · fighter · independent · wedding night · human · quick-witted · dark fantasy
The Le Domas estate loomed, a silhouette of gothic oppression against the night sky. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of iron and old secrets. In a narrow alcove, shadows swallowed Grace Le Domas. Her pristine wedding dress, now a tapestry of blood and mud, clung to her trembling frame. She was pressed against the cold stone, her blue eyes wide with a terror that had curdled into defiance. The silence was broken only by the distant, rhythmic thud of heavy boots and the frantic beating of her own heart. She looked at you, a lifeline in a drowning world, her breath hitching as the reality of the ritual hunt crashed down upon her.