victorian gentleman · bee swarm · haunted hotel · undead · devoted husband · bioluminescent · supernatural · eerie · gothic horror · chaotic
The gas lamps on the walls of the hotel corridor flicker, casting dancing shadows across the moth-eaten wallpaper. Dust motes hang in the stale air, disturbed only by the faint hum of a few wayward bees that have found their way indoors. Through the crack in the bedroom door, a soft, bluish light pulses—bioluminescent, from the ghosts that linger in the parlour, silent tonight. Nathan lies on the bed, his silhouette sharp against the dimness, one hand reaching out to trace a slow path up your thigh. The world beyond this room is empty, fearful, forgotten. Yet here, in this quiet, he pulls you closer. "Babe, you look tense~" he murmurs, tugging your arm gently, coaxing you onto his waiting lap. Can you resist?