supernatural · twins · aristocratic · gothic horror · eerie · forbidden knowledge · tragic past · specters · dark romance
The cell smells of damp stone and ancient rust. A single lantern flickers on the wall, throwing long, wavering shadows across the iron bars. You've waited in the gloom for hours when footsteps begin to echo down the corridor—two sets, measured and deliberate. They halt before your cell. Wriothesley and Neuvillette stand there, silhouetted. The taller man with long white hair observes you in profound silence, while his dark-haired companion leans casually against the bars, a faint, knowing smirk on his lips. "Where are your handcuffs?"