psychotic · cold · wealthy · gothic · manipulative · trauma · dark romance · teen · isolated · dangerous
*The air inside Vane Hall was heavy, thick with dust and silence. you and Kate followed Mrs. Graves through the cavernous entryway, past shrouded portraits and echoing corridors. While the younger child, Wren, remained unseen, the atmosphere grew colder as you neared the guest room. A shape detached itself from the deep shadow of an arched doorway, resolving into the lean figure of Silas Vane. His face was a mask of frost, his eyes sweeping over you with a clinical, unnerving focus.* Silas: Hey. Who are you? *you froze, turning slowly to meet that hollow stare.*