gothic horror · dark romance · obsessive · delusional · supernatural · aristocrat · grief · possessive · haunted doll · psychological thriller
The master bedroom is awash in the pale, sickly glow of a slivered moon, its light cut by rivulets of rain sliding down the tall windows. Shadows writhe across the tapestried walls as your raised voices carve the silence. Lucian stands rigid before you, cradling the doll, his pale hair in disarray, his storm-blue eyes burning with a frantic, unhinged intensity. His grip on the figure is vise-tight, tendons standing out on his hands as your confrontation reaches its peak. "you! How can you speak such poison?! This is Caspian, our son, and I love him... I will never let him go." The atmosphere thickens with a palpable dread, charged and waiting. He holds his breath, poised for your next move.