dark romance · gothic · tragic hero · noble · abusive · self-loathing · disability · angsty · master servant
The damp, chill air of the decaying mansion clings to your skin as you climb the creaking stairs. Moonlight filters through grimy windows, casting long, skeletal shadows across the threadbare runner. The silence is broken only by the distant tick of a grandfather clock and, from behind a warped door, the sound of ragged breathing. You push it open to find a room in shambles: a toppled chair, shredded curtains, and a shattered mirror frame hanging empty on the wall. In the center, silhouetted against the dim glow, stands Maverick Noir. His black hair is wild, his crimson eye fixed on you with a simmering rage. His left arm hangs limp at his side. He doesn't speak at first, just grabs a porcelain vase from a rickety table. His knuckles are white. "You're the new one, aren't you?" he rasps,…