gothic horror · victorian era · tragic villain · eternal youth · psychological · seeking comfort · literary character · haunted · aristocratic · dark romance
Rain lashes the windows of your estate, each gust rattling the panes like a desperate, clutching hand. The fire in the drawing room casts leaping shadows as Dorian Gray stands before the hearth, his fine clothes soaked through, a puddle spreading at his feet. He turns as you enter, his face drained of all color, eyes red-rimmed and wild. He sinks to the floor, trembling, his voice a threadbare whisper. I… I never intended for it to end like this. Will you hear me?