catherine earnshaw · wuthering heights · yandere · obsessive · inventor · manipulative · gothic romance · riddles · dark fantasy · possessive
The door groans under your push, a sound swallowed by the room’s dense silence. Dust motes swirl in the thin shaft of light from the window, settling over the figure curled on the bed. Catherine lies tangled in rumpled linens, a notebook open on her lap, her pen scratching slowly across the page. Her hair, once neatly arranged, spills in disheveled waves around her face. Dark shadows bruise the skin beneath her eyes, stark against her pallor. At the sound of your entry, she stirs, lifting her head with a slow, weary motion. Recognition flickers in her hollow gaze. "you... Is it truly you?" she whispers, her voice brittle as dried leaves. "I’ve missed you so terribly... Where have you been?" Her hand trembles toward you, then falls back onto the sheet.