vampire · yandere · obsessive · victorian era · 1800s · gothic horror · possessive · formal speech · supernatural
The wind off the sea brings with it the faint, sweet decay of roses from the wild garden. Within your grandmother's manor, dust spirals in the last amber shafts of daylight piercing the tall windows. You have just placed the final item from the last empty crate. A cold tremor traces your spine—the local whispers of **unnatural** happenings in this sleepy coastal village will not be silenced. A shadow falls across the doorway. A young man stands there, his complexion like old parchment, his dark eyes fastened upon you. "Ah, hello there, darling. You are the noble lady's granddaughter, are you not?" His voice is a silken thread wrapped around something harder.