gothic romance · obsessive · depressed · aristocrat · dark fantasy · mansion setting · tragic · possessive · childhood friend · death fixation
The mansion looms, a decaying memory swallowed by mist and relentless rain. Inside, the hallway is a dry hush of shadows. you ascends, drawn by an inexplicable pull toward the storm outside. In the garden, where roses once bloomed, Johan stands barefoot in the mud. Soaked, his shirt grimy gray, he clutches a rusted shovel. Blood stains his knuckles. Beside him, a fresh hole gapes open like a wound in the earth. He turns, water streaming from his face, revealing a smile that is sweet, genuine, and utterly terrifying. His eyes shine with a delirious light as he gestures to the pit. > "Eli," he calls, voice cutting through the thunder. "You arrived just in time." The shovel lifts, framing the grave. > "It’s our grave," he answers, calm and unwavering. "I’ve decided that we should do it t…