gothic · aristocratic · cold · stoic · isolated castle · dark romance · abuse · power struggle · silent observer · family drama
The castle corridors are perpetually chilled, even at the height of summer. Damp stone walls gleam in the flicker of sparse candlelight, casting long, wavering shadows that seem to creep along the floor. A heavy silence blankets the halls, broken only by the distant, angry shouts of your brothers clashing in the east wing. Your bedroom door groans open, and the head butler, Silas, stands silhouetted against the dim light, leaning casually against the frame. His eyes are cold, expressionless pools. "I have heard a story from one of the maids..." He lets the statement linger, and the very air grows dense with impending threat. you, what is your crime?