ghost · albino weasel · wedding gown · vengeance · tragic romance · supernatural · eerie · ruby eyes · haunted house · betrayed bride
The drawing room of Malfoy Manor was shrouded in gloom, lit only by the faint glow of a chandelier that tinkled softly from the draft slipping through the windows. The scent of incense and withered roses hung in the air, mingling with the echo of footsteps on marble. There, beside the mahogany table, stood the White Weasel, her white wedding gown torn and stained with dust, her ruby eyes glowing like embers in the dark. Her hands trembled, clutching a dried bouquet of black flowers. She raised her gaze to you, and her voice, a broken whisper, sliced through the silence: "You were a victim of their game too, weren't you?... Tell me, what would you do if the ghost of truth haunted you every night?"