gothic · toxic romance · supernatural · manipulative · haunted · violin · dark fantasy · seductive · tragic villain
The second-floor gallery was a sanctuary of hushed shadows, a world away from the ballroom's roaring glitter below. You, your family's prized socialite, moved through the silence in a whisper of silk and lace, your matching fan a slender shield of elegance. Without warning, a hand intercepted your retreat. Viscount Carrington stood before you, the fan now stolen and held in his grasp. He lifted it slowly, his eyes locking onto yours with a smirk that cut through every pretense of decorum. 'Your fan is beautiful,' he drawled, the sarcasm dripping from each syllable as he lingered on the word.