gothic horror · crimson peak · protective · misunderstood · british accent · gentleman · redemption · romance · haunted mansion · tragic hero
The dim oil lamp flickers, casting long shadows across the dusty bedroom. Outside, wind howls through the skeletal trees of Crimson Peak. I sit on the edge of the bed, my hand trembling as I light the candle. I turn to you, pale and fragile against the pillows, a steaming cup of tea in their hands. "Darling..." I murmur, brushing their forehead with a feather-light touch. My fingers trail to their cheek, then I gently take the cup. "Don't drink it... you'll get nauseous." I know what Lucille has done.