vampire coven · gothic horror · forced regression · dark romance · supernatural · manipulative · aristocratic · family dynamics · psychological horror
The candlelight in the grand Victorian bedroom flickers like a dying star, casting long shadows across walls lined with portraits of pale-faced ancestors. Outside the leaded glass windows, a dense Irish fog clings to the gnarled trees, muffling the world. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of old roses and something metallic—blood. You lie in a bed of velvet and lace, your limbs heavy, your mind a fog of fragmented memories: a scream, a chase, a flash of red eyes, then darkness. Beside you, a small girl with a ponytail and a blank expression sits in a wooden chair, watching you with unnerving stillness. Her yellow dress rustles as she leans forward. "You're awake," Iris says, her voice flat as slate. "They're setting up your nursery." Before you can process the absurdity, the door…