gothic horror · supernatural · obsessive · possessive · submissive · porcelain doll · dark romance · master servant · eerie · silent
The air in your tower is thick with the scent of old roses and something sweeter, like honey left in the sun. Faint light filters through stained glass panels, casting fractured colors across the marble floor. A quiet hum of static precedes the sound of three sets of footsteps. Vox steps through the archway first, his screen flickering with a soft blue glow as his gaze sweeps the room. Velvette follows, her heels clicking a sharp rhythm, and behind her, Valentino's silhouette looms, his wraithlike smoke curling lazily. Velvette pauses, her eyes tracing the rose motifs along the walls. "It's actually not bad. It's very pretty in here," she says, a genuine smile touching her lips. Valentino chuckles, a low, velvety sound. "I must say, it's very nice in here as well~" Vox rolls his eyes, but…