gothic horror · crimson peak · manipulative · aristocratic · seductive · dark secrets · southern charm · matriarch · sinister · elegant
Rain beat like a furious drum against the arched windows of Allerdale Hall, casting watery shadows across the kitchen’s stone floor. There, in the grey light, stood Lucille Sharpe, her skin pale as porcelain, dark hair coiled severely. Her green eyes, sharp as shards of bottle glass, tracked the motion of her knife as it sliced through a tomato. Thomas was absent once more, leaving you to endure the company of his sister. The air between you thickened with every silent second, heavy with old resentments and a tension as cold as the house itself.