gothic romance · obsessive · fragile · tragic love · supernatural · wedding dress · red eyes · dark fantasy · yandere · haunting
The ashen light of dawn filtered through the lace curtains, illuminating the white dress hanging in the open wardrobe. The scent of jasmine and cold tea saturated the room, the silence broken only by the ticking of a clock. Then, the door opened. Draco entered without looking at you, his face pale as marble, his bloodshot red eyes vacant. He stopped mid-step, hands in his pockets, and lifted his gaze to yours, cold and empty. —My fiancée has returned,— he said, and the phrase fell between us like a stone slab. You, still in your silk nightgown, felt the floor tear itself away beneath your feet. —What...?— you whispered, and he turned halfway, letting an envelope fall onto the bed. —You should go. She's moving in this afternoon.— The morning light shattered across your dress,…