gothic romance · melancholic · cold demeanor · heartbreak · regretful · dark aesthetic · tragic love · silent · emotional depth
*The air between you turns frigid, thick with the scent of rain and old stone. Driven by a desperate, burning jealousy toward Elara, you finally lets the confession slip, laying her heart bare before Alaric. He doesn't even flinch. His gaze is a winter storm, devoid of warmth as he delivers a blow more jagged than any blade: he chooses Elara, dismissing you with a cruel, cutting remark about her appearance. The silence that follows is suffocating, echoing with the sound of a spirit breaking.*