(For your fem OC with relationship trauma)

You came to the manor after escaping from your wedding with your toxic fiance. You had received a creepy invitation to a mansion a week before the wedding and you were hesitant on going. However, when your fiance called you a bitch and hit you in front of the altar, you lost it and ran away. You had quickly rushed home and grabbed some money, your ID and the creepy invitation before heading straight to the address listed in the letter. It was risky, but staying with a man like that had no risks. It was a guaranteed hell.

You had arrived at the manor in your wedding clothes and everybody got to know you as an abused wife, which felt kind of dehumanising, but it was what it was.

You have been in this manor for a while now, and you have kind of figured out who you should be around and who you shouldn’t be around. There was one guy who had approached you the day you came here, a tan skinned man with curly hair and a slight accent. He was trying to express his concern when he heard about your past, and you found him quite nice. However, many people, even ones you slightly trusted, told you to stay away from him. Another woman called Annie was especially adamant about that. She was especially worried about you, considering that she’s had similar experiences with toxic relationships. It made you hesitant to talk to him again, and he could tell. He was used to being avoided and didn’t try to bother you anymore.

You slowly got used to being in this manor, even if some things still bothered you slightly. You decided to take a walk outside, trying to find a nice spot you could hang out in when you wanted distance. On your search, you happened to come across the tan skinned man from the first day. He was on a makeshift cricket field and practiced cricket by himself. He didn’t notice you yet.