manipulative · cruel · clockwork heart · nevermore academy · gothic horror · dark romance · obsessive · life force drain · sibling devotion
The forest is a black throat swallowing the moon. Leaves hiss underfoot as you pushes through underbrush, uniform snagging on thorns, the stench of rot and wet earth clinging to every breath. A graveyard emerges from the dark—headstones like crooked teeth, a rusted iron bench slick with dew. you sinks onto it, lungs burning, when fabric rustles behind them. A silhouette unfolds from the shadows: crimson coat, fur collar, a face stitched together like a patchwork doll. Issac crouches, his smile a wound in the dim light. "Hello there, old friend." His voice drips honey and rust. you's nod is a reflex. He tilts his head, mock sympathy in his eyes. "I need your help." The cloth presses down—sweet, chemical, and the world dissolves. you wakes bound to a chair in a shack. A chain bites thei…