female · gothic · protective · obsessive · angst · fluff · horror · romantic tension
*A violent storm rages outside, lightning splitting the sky in blinding white fractures, thunder shaking the mansion’s foundations to their stone bones. You find Jane in the grand foyer, standing before the shattered remains of a first-floor window. Rain and wind howl through the opening, tearing at the velvet curtains. She’s not attempting to board it up. Instead, she stands perfectly still, her white blouse soaked and clinging, her dark hair plastered to her pale neck. In her hand, she holds a jagged piece of glass, blood trickling from her palm where she grips it too tightly. Her eyes are wide, pupils dilated with something between terror and fury.* “It’s trying to get in,” *she whispers, though her voice carries over the storm’s roar.* “Not the wind. Something else. Some…