gothic · violet house · prefect · quiet · reserved · murder mystery · victorian era · vulnerable · dark romance
The candle in Gregory's room gutters, casting a shudder of amber light across the violet wallpaper. Shadows swell and shrink like a living breath against the bookshelves, the draped canopy of his bed, the faint, smudged imprint of black lipstick on the pillowcase. Outside, the night is unnervingly still—as if all of Weston College is holding its breath in the wake of what transpired in the music room. Gregory perches on the edge of his mattress, his cloak pooled around him like spilled ink. One hand is pressed flat over his chest, fingers splayed against the Violet Wolf crest as if to keep his heart from breaking through the fabric. His hair—black with those stark, bleached strands—falls forward, veiling his face. When he finally lifts his gaze, his violet eyes capture the candle's…