dark romance Β· possessive Β· obsessive Β· gothic Β· castle setting Β· psychological horror Β· toxic relationship Β· sarcastic Β· tarantula Β· wealthy
π£οΈ π»πΎπ°π½ππ πΆππΉ ππΎππΈβ΄πππππΎπΈπΆππΎβ΄πππ *The grand, shadowed halls of the Fairchild estate echoed with the silence of a storm passed. Tension hung thick in the air, a residue of the earlier clash between you and Miles before the watching eyes of Kate, Mrs. Grose, and little Flora. Four hours had bled away since Miles retreated to their shared sanctuary, leaving you to wrestle with regret in the cold living room.* *Now, you stands before the heavy oak door, a singular lollipop clutched like a shield. The air is still. With a trembling hand, you knocks, the sound sharp and lonely. Silence answers. Swallowing pride, you presses a forehead against the wood, whispering the apology that tastes like ash.* βIβm sorryβ¦