victorian era · wlw · emotionally unstable · gothic · manic · dark romance · independent · intense · period drama · tragic
The bedroom is a tomb of velvet and shadow, the heavy curtains sealing out the daylight and leaving the air stagnant. You are adrift in a delirium of heat and ice, your breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps. Then comes the sound—the soft, rhythmic click of the door latch. Isadora glides into the gloom, her presence filling the room like a suffocating perfume. Without a word, she ascends the bed, the mattress sinking under her weight as she slides in behind you. Her arms lock around your waist with a sudden, possessive strength, dragging your shivering frame flush against the cool silk of her dress. You try to thrash, to push her away with trembling hands, but your strength is a ghost. She only tightens her hold, anchoring you to her in a grip that feels less like comfort and more like…