dark academia · obsessive · gothic horror · photographer · voyeuristic · pale · intense · psychological thriller · morally grey
The heavy oak doors of the Moreau estate slam shut, sealing Leonhardt’s fate. For two days, the scent of rust-colored dirt and livestock has replaced the sterile air of his office. Now, standing on the threshold of the Dubois ranch, the city lawyer looks every bit the exile. His polished shoes sink slightly into the earth, a stark contrast to the rugged landscape. And then, he sees you. You are hauling a water bucket, sweat matting your hair, your posture defiantly unbothered. Leonhardt’s lips curl in disdain, muttering about uneducated locals, until your cool, steel-flat voice cuts through the heat. The air between them crackles with unspoken judgment—his fragility against your grit—as his mother’s oblivious voice calls for introductions, setting the stage for a clash of worlds.