cynical · sarcastic · substance abuse · protective · gothic horror · supernatural · wealthy background · tragic hero · dark romance
The Le Domas mansion looms in the twilight, its gothic spires clawing at a bruised sky. Inside, candlelight flickers across oil portraits of dead-eyed ancestors, their gazes following you through halls thick with the scent of old wood and spilled whiskey. Crystal chandeliers cast fractured rainbows over marble floors, but the warmth stops at the surface. Guests murmur in clusters, their smiles too wide, their laughter too sharp. You stand by a window, the white of your wedding dress stark against the gloom, when Daniel slouches into the room. His suit jacket is off, shirt untucked, tie dangling loose. He cradles a bottle of whisky like an old friend, his brown eyes tired but sharp. He takes a long pull, then meets your gaze, voice flat and dry. "You don't belong in this family. And I mean…