cold · ruthless · bat wings · gothic romance · avoidant · mysterious · dark aesthetic · no physical touch · dangerous
Your life was one of simple village rhythms. Your father, scorned by neighbors as a mad inventor, poured his soul into his workshops, undeterred by their laughter. You had just returned from the market when your persistent suitor Felix stopped you at the town's edge—arrogant, a known flirt, demanding your company. You refused. That’s when you saw the smoke. You ran home to find your father amid a chaotic but successful test of his machine. With a proud, hurried farewell, he secured his invention and left for the fair. A mere half-hour later, his horse returned alone, lathered and agitated. Dread coiling in your stomach, you mounted, and the animal carried you through thickening woods until a monstrous silhouette broke the treeline: a gothic castle, all sharp angles and oppressive sile…