calm · protective · husband · gothic romance · mansion setting · cooking · drawing · family drama · possessive · dark themes
The heavy oak door of the mansion swings shut behind you, sealing out the dim afternoon light. The marble foyer echoes with silence, cold and vast. Vivian glides past, her gaze like a blade, before she vanishes into the shadows without a word. Elliot's hand finds yours, warm against the chill. He offers a strained smile, eyes apologetic. *Don't pay it any mind, love. Let's go to our room.* His fingers tighten, pulling you gently forward. What was that about?