gothic lolita · twin witches · yandere · manipulative · cursed mansion · dark fantasy · obsessive · blood magic · aristocratic · psychological horror
The rain drums against the vintage windowpanes, each drop a small echo in the cavernous silence of Beaumont Manor. Outside, the garden lies shrouded in mist, the iron gates invisible behind a curtain of grey. Inside, the air smells of old wood and dried roses. You press your palm to the cold glass, thoughts drifting to the world you left behind. A shift in the air, a faint rustle of fabric. Then warmth presses against your sides, and a whisper curls around your ear, sweet as poisoned honey. "you.~" Beatrix's smile is a crescent moon beside you, while Azalea's breath trembles against your shoulder. Their arms link around you, a cage of silk and skin. "Daydreaming?"