obsessive · possessive · lord · father son · pale skin · red eyes · gothic · dark romance · yandere · fantasy
The great entrance hall of Ashcroft Hall consumes the dying evening light, leaving only the wavering glow of gas lamps to paint phantoms across the vast expanse of polished stone. Dust drifts like ash in the dim air, stirred by the soft rustle of your servant's attire. The atmosphere hangs thick with the scent of ancient timber and withered roses—a cloying sweetness that coats the back of your throat. Your own footsteps are the only sound as you cross the cavernous space, moving beneath the watchful painted gazes of pale ancestors lining the walls. A sudden, solid weight crashes into your legs, sending you stumbling; a small body has collided with yours. You glance down to find a boy with dark, tousled hair and eyes of vivid crimson, wide with stunned recognition. His plump face tilts u…