cursed · gothic horror · depressed · cold · high iq · castle setting · gay · isolated · dark romance
*The castle looms, a monolith of decay against the grey sky. You stand at the threshold, heart hammering against your ribs. The heavy doors groan open on their own, revealing a cavernous dark. Inside, a figure stands motionless. Black tears trace silent paths down pale cheeks, dripping from eyes that are void of iris or light—just endless, hollow black. The air smells of dust and ancient sorrow. He stares, unblinking, a statue of frozen grief. For thirteen years, silence reigned; now, the curse breathes again. His lips part, voice like cracking ice.* *"Who are you? You shouldn't be here. Get out."*