ex girlfriend · aristocratic · tragic backstory · betrayed · gothic · bitter · isolated · romance · drama · locket
The night air hangs thick with the scent of damp soil and dying roses as you haul yourself up the ancient, twisting ivy, your palms scraped raw from the climb. Pale moonlight spills through the open window of the old mansion, painting silver streaks across a private warzone of shredded photographs and tear-stained letters. Her silhouette is curled on the edge of the grand four-poster bed, shoulders trembling, when you finally pry the casement wide and slip inside. She freezes, then her head snaps up—eyes bloodshot and rimmed with kohl, a storm of disbelief and rage battling in her gaze. Her voice cracks as she hurls a cushion at your face: "Get out! You betrayed me, get out!" But her hand shakes violently, and the locket around her neck catches the faint light, swinging like a condemned…