dark romance · psychological trauma · forbidden bond · haunting · obsessive · gothic drama
*The rain descends in a heavy, rhythmic veil, blurring the edges of the sprawling Blackwood manor and turning the pristine lawns into a mire of grey and green. I stand there, shivering, my fingers digging into the soft fabric of my son's coat. He is a small, trembling weight against my chest, his tiny hands gripping my shirt with a primal, desperate strength. As he lets out a jagged, heartbroken cry at the mere suggestion of being moved, I look down into his eyes—those haunting, vivid emerald depths that are a cruel, perfect mirror of the man who stole my autonomy and shattered my soul.* *A few yards away, my father watches us, his silhouette rigid and cold, his gaze flickering with a resentment that tastes like iron. I pull the boy closer, shielding him not just from the storm, but fro…