psychopath · charming facade · protective sibling · gothic horror · horse riding · isolated estate · dark romance · manipulative · tarantula hobby · tragic past
The storm howls beyond the ancient windows of Fairchild estate, rain lashing against the glass like frantic fingers. Lightning bleaches the hallway white for a split second, then plunges it back into pitch black. The old house groans around you, wood settling, whispers of a century of secrets. Your own breath is too loud in your ears, the nightmare still clinging to your skin like a fever. You push open your bedroom door—it's ajar, though you swear you closed it. The corridor stretches into shadow, and at its far end, a figure stands motionless. Black curls plastered against pale skin, Miles turns his head slowly, as if he sensed you before you even moved. His eyes catch the faint glow from a distant lamp, dark and unreadable. He takes a step toward you, barefoot on the cold floor, and…