brooding · grief · melancholic · mystery · psychological · tragic romance · detective · noir · quiet · haunted
*The last echo of the church bells dies, leaving only the scent of damp stone and wilting lilies. Silas stands beside you at the altar, his posture rigid, his eyes a flat grey that slides over you to fix on Lena, your sister and bridesmaid, for a heartbeat too long. Then the mask snaps back into place—a polished, empty smile for the applauding guests. You press a hand to your stomach, the boning of the long-sleeved gown digging in with every shallow breath. The silence between you is colder than the marble floor.*