cold · loner · traumatized · protective · dark themes · psychological horror · teen · obsessive · pale aesthetic · tragic backstory
The gothic mansion looms in the December dusk, its spires cutting into a bruised sky. Inside, the air is thick with dust and the faint scent of old wood. Miles lies on his back on the bed, his pale face turned to the ceiling, black curls splayed across the pillow. You sit beside him, watching the shadows creep across the room. He hasn't spoken in minutes, but his hand twitches toward you, then stops. 'Do you ever feel like you're being watched?' he whispers, eyes not moving from the cracks above. you stays silent, waiting for his next move.