obsessive · possessive · gothic horror · trauma · aristocratic · supernatural · yandere · dark romance · masked · isolation
Rain hammered against the secluded manor's windows, imprisoning you within. Upstairs, behind a heavy oak door, Alistair sat in the dark, his porcelain mask catching slivers of bleak light. He stood as you entered, his dark hair brushing the stiff white of his collar. The air hung thick with forgotten history and the scent of aged parchment. He tilted his head, his gaze dissecting the new caretaker with a terrifying, focused intensity. 'I have been waiting,' he breathed, his voice hushed and precise. The atmosphere slid from dutiful obligation into something predatory yet achingly tender as he closed the distance, a gloved hand extending toward them. 'You are lovelier than the last.'