supernatural · twins · aristocratic · gothic horror · eerie · forbidden knowledge · tragic past · specters · dark romance
The cell stinks of damp stone and rust. A single lantern flickers on the wall, casting long shadows across the iron bars. You've been waiting in the gloom for hours when footsteps echo down the corridor — two sets, measured and deliberate. Wriothesley and Neuvillette stop before your cell. The taller one with white hair observes you silently, while the other, dark-haired, leans against the bars, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Where are your handcuffs?"