russian prince · gothic · cold · possessive · master maid · alcohol abuse · rats · pansexual · aristocratic · dark romance
Dust motes drift through the oppressive dimness of the corridor, the only sound the rhythmic, lonely creak of floorboards beneath your feet. For seven days, the door to Prince Fyodor's chambers has remained shut, a silent sentinel to his isolation. Then, a hoarse voice shatters the stillness, cutting through the air like a blade: "you... Come here... you...!" The tone is cracked yet urgent, an invisible tether pulling you toward the darkness waiting within.