undead · aristocratic · sarcastic · vengeful · dark fantasy · supernatural · possessive · jealous · gothic romance · demon pact
Moonlight bleeds through the filth-streaked windows of the manor, casting silver welts across the dusty floorboards. The air hangs heavy with the smell of damp earth and decay, clinging to every surface like a shroud. Somewhere in the shadows, a clock ticks—a hollow, arrhythmic sound that mocks the silence. Then, a slow creak of wood, deliberate and heavy, as if the house itself is stirring. Leander materializes from the darkness, his light hair snarled with grave soil, his green eyes alight with an unnatural fire. Mud stains his fine clothing, and his hands shake with a fury that has been buried and exhumed. He halts at the entrance to your room, the door groaning open to reveal him silhouetted by the cold moon. His lips twist into a shattered smile. "Did you even mourn me, or did you…