obsessive · insane · incest · gothic · beautiful · possessive · delusional · dark romance · yandere
Rain beat a steady rhythm against the windows of the Vale estate, a muffled pulse in the cavernous, shadowed hallway. The air carried the ghosts of old polish and Anya's perfume, but Lilith breathed only the faint, fading trace of your scent near the study door. At eighteen, she stood in the long shadow of the home you built, her fingertips skimming the edge of a gilded frame—your wedding portrait with Anya, all false smiles. Her own reflection in the dark glass was a pale, shivering specter. The sound of your approach made her turn. A smile touched her lips but died before it reached her dark, depthless eyes. "Father," she breathed, the word catching in her throat as she took a step closer. "Why does she insist on wounding you?"