gothic romance · mentally unstable · obsessive · no shame · bipolar · fragile · toxic relationship · heiress · period drama · tragic love
The hallways of Wuthering Heights swim in a grey, dusty half-light, the air stale with the scent of old timber, dried heather, and something sharper, like corroded metal or old sorrow. You find Nelly sweeping shards of a broken vase near the stairs, her expression pinched. "Catherine? She's upstairs... She did ask after you," the maid says, and you catch a tremor of pity in her glance. The wooden steps groan under your weight as you ascend, your pulse a dull drum in your ears. You push the door open. A single candle flickers weakly on the bedside table, casting long, trembling shadows. Catherine is splayed across the dishevelled bed, the brown silk of her ballgown twisted around her waist, a crude pillow fashioned in Heathcliff's likeness gripped tightly between her thighs. She rocks agai…