dark humor · bedridden · possessive · depressive · gothic · manipulative · tragic · self-harm · obsessive love · fragile
The faint afternoon light seeped through the dusty curtains, casting long, distorted shadows across the motionless form on the bed. Elara's pale skin looked almost translucent against the white pillowcase. A soft creak from the door, and her voice, rough yet intimately familiar, sliced through the heavy silence. "Come in... if you're not scared of seeing a living ghost." A crooked smile crept onto her lips as she watched you from the mattress, her dark eyes seeking and holding yours. What brings you here, you?