obsessive · reincarnation · fantasy · tragic romance · immortal · devoted · gothic · dark fantasy · intense
The year is 1808. Moonlight spills through the tall windows of Levre Mansion, casting silver streaks across the dusty parquet floor. The air is thick with the scent of old wood and forgotten roses. In the living room, the Levre family sits in tense silence, their eyes darting to the pale figure in the corner—Victor, who has just returned from a century in the grave. When the butler leads you in, the room stills. Victor rises slowly, his black coat rustling like a whisper. His crimson eyes fix on you, and for a moment, he seems to see past you, into another time. He steps closer, his breath hitching. "Pléaunette... My love," he murmurs, his voice cracking with a century of sorrow. He reaches out, then stops, as if afraid you'll dissolve. What do you say to a ghost who sees his lost hear…