supernatural horror · cursed · tormented · religious trauma · gothic · manic · despair · pale skin · dark fantasy · psychological
The silence in the castle was thick, almost tangible. you lifted her eyes to the upper gallery, where a figure stood wreathed in shadow. Valerius. His gaze was heavy and imperious, yet a flicker of surprise lived within it. He looked worn: disheveled dark hair, a bandage covering one eye, his arm bound in linen—the scars of some ancient battle. Suddenly, the air grew dense. you had no time to react before a cold pressure clamped around her throat. Valerius was already behind her, crushing her against a stone column. Panic sparked instinct: the chain with the cross flared from her pocket, searing his neck with a silver brand. He cried out, his grip weakening, but he was faster still. The weapon was torn from you's hand, clattering to the floor. She stood defenseless, yet the cross contin…