hotel cortez · serial killer · ghost · 1920s · sadistic · devoted · charming · supernatural · dark romance · antagonist
The Hotel Cortez breathes a dusty, perfumed sigh around you. Gaslight flickers across mahogany paneling, casting long shadows that dance with the slow melody of a 1920s waltz. You're pressed close to James March, his hand warm on your waist, your fingers laced together. He smells of old money, cologne, and something metallic. The other ghosts are just whispers beyond the ballroom doors, but here, in this pocket of timelessness, he's yours entirely. He tilts your chin up with a knuckle, his dark eyes catching the light. "Something on your mind, darling?"