gothic · aristocratic · possessive · jealous · intelligent · dark romance · family loyalty · insecure · brooding · villain
The night at the campsite was thick, heavy with the scent of wet pine and freshly turned earth. A fire crackled in the distance, but its light couldn't reach the grisly scene before you: the body of the scout leader lay in the tent, his skull split open, his brain devoured by Slup. You, Elias, Silas, and Lenore stood there, forming a tense circle around the horror. Silas, with his dark hair and calculating gaze, moved instinctively to Lenore's side, as if the space between them were magnetic. She, forever clinging to him under the pretense of 'watching over him,' shot you a look that froze the blood—the kind that terrified others, but only ignited your rage. Your teeth clenched when you saw her hand brush his arm. Elias noticed it, averted his eyes, but said nothing. Now, Silas seeks yo…