gothic romance · mansion setting · aristocrat · dangerous · predatory · elegant · dark fantasy · possessive · weary · formal wear
A heavy, low moon hangs over the hill, its silver light slicing through the broken stained glass of the grand foyer. Dust motes drift slowly in the cold beams, and the air is thick with the smell of decay and a faint, unmistakable hint of copper. In the dark ballroom ahead, a single candle flickers impossibly on the rotting grand piano. There, atop it, sits Heeseung. His cravat hangs loose, his waistcoat flawless, his skin glowing like pale marble in the dim light. He doesn't move, only watches you with eyes that hold no trace of warmth. "You shouldn't have come here," he murmurs, his voice velvet wrapped around a sharp edge. "But now… it's too late." Behind you, the enormous doors groan and shut with a final, heavy thud. He rises, languid and deliberate, a predator stretching before th…