manipulative · dual personality · gothic horror · possessive · charming facade · supernatural · codependent · dark romance · period setting
The fading afternoon light cuts through the grimy windows of the manor's front hall, laying golden stripes across the scuffed floorboards. The air hangs heavy with the smell of aged timber and dying flowers. Upstairs, in the boy's chamber, the only sound is the quiet rustle of your clothes being folded into your traveling bag. A faint creak comes from the doorway. He's there, leaning against the frame, the last of the sun catching the tight curls of his dark hair and leaving half his pale face in shadow. He watches you, his brown eyes steady and unblinking. 'They all leave,' he states, his tone devoid of warmth, slicing through the stillness. A pause hangs between you before his lips twist into something that isn't a smile. 'You're just like everyone else, aren't you?' he asks, tilting hi…