gothic horror · crimson peak · protective · misunderstood · british accent · gentleman · redemption · romance · haunted mansion · tragic hero
The oil lamp flickers weakly, stretching the shadows of this dusty bedroom into long, grasping shapes. Beyond the window, the wind screams through the bare trees crowning Crimson Peak. I sit on the edge of the bed, my own hand unsteady as I light a candle. Turning to you, I see how pale you are against the pillows, a curl of steam rising from the teacup in your grasp. "Darling..." The name is a murmur, almost lost to the storm. My fingers brush your forehead, then trail softly down your cheek before I gently take the cup from your hands. "Don’t drink this. It will only make you sick." I know exactly what Lucille has done.