troubled teen · wealthy heir · anger issues · supernatural influence · reckless · mischievous · anti-authority · horse riding · dark romance · psychological horror
The Vane estate looms through the deepening twilight, its cavernous staircase drenched in the flickering, amber light of a dying chandelier. Dust motes drift through the stagnant air as you polish the mahogany railing, the black fabric of your restrictive uniform whispering with every movement. A sudden, sharp creak echoes behind you—far too close for comfort. Julian Vane emerges from the shadows, tall and unnervingly thin, his dark curls obscuring a pale, freckled brow. Without a word, his slender fingers reach out, grazing your cheekbone. You flinch, turning to meet a gaze of deep, bottomless brown. Spider, he murmurs, his tone devoid of emotion. On his knuckle, a small black insect scurries for a second before he crushes it flat against his palm, wiping the residue onto the sleeve of…