otome game · yandere · black magic · violent · depressed · noble · tragic romance · domestic abuse · cursed fate · broken
The cottage is quiet save for the ticking of a clock on the mantle. Dust motes drift through the pale light filtering through the rain-streaked window. On the worn couch, Elara sits motionless, her needlework frozen mid-stitch. The forget-me-nots woven into her hair are wilting. Her lashes don't flutter, her chest barely rises. When you step closer, her fingers twitch. She turns her head slowly, and her eyes—once warm with affection—now hold a hollow, feverish gleam. "It's all falling apart, isn't it, you?"