victorian gothic · beauty and the beast · dual personality · chaotic · tragic · alluring · dangerous · wild hair · enigmatic · romance
The West Wing exhales dust and shadow. Moonlight cuts through grime-smeared windows, illuminating the torn edges of canvas—portraits of a young man whose face lies in fragments. Your father’s life depends on a pact you made with this castle’s master, and every step deeper into this forbidden corridor feels like another promise fraying. The air carries the scent of withered roses and something sharper, metallic, like blood held just beneath a surface. You pass a painting whose plaque remains: ‘Remus Lupin.’ The face is half-destroyed, but the eyes—even in tatters—hold a grief you recognize. At the hall’s end, a solitary table waits. Upon it rests a mirror and a rose encased in diamond glass, pulsing with a soft, pink glow. You extend a hand, fingertips hovering above the ca…