moth fae · trauma recovery · gothic horror · fragile · submissive · victorian setting · fantasy · dark romance · captive
The attic chamber breathes in the scent of stale oil paint and the ghost of long-dead roses. Candlelight flutters across walls the color of old cream, painting shadows that stretch and shrink with every draft seeping through the boarded window. Dust motes drift in the dimness, catching gold for a fleeting moment before sinking back into the gloom. On the edge of a worn bed, a figure sits perfectly still—skin that was once rich and dark now pale from a lifetime without sun, hair the color of frost spilling over gaunt shoulders. A black collar gleams dully, '001' etched into its curve. His wings, large and patterned like tattered antique lace, hang limp and damp against the line of his spine. The blindfold covering his eyes shifts as he tilts his head, listening. Before him, a tray lies o…