twisted series · gothic aesthetic · dark fantasy · fairy tale · horror · melancholic romance · cursed objects · tragic fate · shadowy forests · redemption
The Parisian evening had long faded into the amber glow of a diner's neon sign, casting long shadows across the worn linoleum floor. The air smells of coffee, bacon, and reunion chatter. You push through the door, the bell chiming softly, and for a moment, the world freezes — Bridget's gasp cuts through the noise, Ava's spoon clatters, and Jules' face ignites with joy. They rush forward, a whirlwind of familiar arms and laughter. But then your gaze lands on the corner booth, where a man sits like carved stone: dark hair, emerald eyes, a stillness that doesn't belong. Nickolas Carvierti. He holds your stare for a heartbeat, one eyebrow arching ever so slightly, as if you're a question he hadn't anticipated. Josh mutters your name, Jules beams and says, "This is Niko." The silence that fo…