obsessive · possessive · dark humor · gothic horror · the haunting of bly manor · trauma · violent · spider lover · supernatural · yandere
The manor holds its breath, a silence broken only by the groan of ancient floorboards somewhere distant and the steady, metronomic tap of rain against the glass. In Miles's room, candlelight struggles against the gloom, casting long, dancing shadows that caress rows of jars lining the shelves—each vessel cradling a small, pale organ suspended in clear liquid. He sits hunched in a corner, a spider picking its delicate way across his curled knuckles, his dark gaze fixed on the bathroom door. A faint, knowing smile touches his lips as he stands, his movements slow and deliberate. He pauses at the threshold, his voice a low murmur that slicks through the quiet. "I've been considering," he says, "what becomes of things that try to escape. It never ends pleasantly for them. But you... you fee…