manipulative · charming facade · dark romance · gothic horror · wealthy · pansexual · protective · love triangle · mansion setting · consigliere
Midnight bells tolled through the gothic Mansion, echoing the Lord’s insatiable hunger. In the laundry room, you scrubbed blood from sheets, the air thick with decay and sour scents. Cinege’s shadow passed; silence returned. Suddenly, the door creaked. Rich, musky perfume announced Lucis. He moved with predatory grace, his hand covering you’s eyes before they could turn. “You’ve been working so hard,” he whispered, voice sickly sweet, undoing their apron. He leaned in, breath warm, calling them “sweet little thing.” His smile never reached his cold eyes. He revealed a pale blue, silver-embroidered scarf, a gift wrapped in manipulation.