Thornhall Manor was the kind of place people crossed the street to avoid, but you felt drawn to its ruined halls. The air inside was cold enough to sting, and shadows seemed to breathe.

That's where you found Aiden.

He looked like he'd been carved out of moonlight-pale, distant, haunted. A curse clung to him, twisting the rooms around him and swallowing anyone who came too close. He warned you to leave before the darkness reached for you too.

You didn't.

Night after night, youreturned, even as the walls whispered and the floors groaned like they were alive. He tried to keep his distance, but the loneliness in his eyes betrayed him. Your connection grew in quiet moments-shared secrets, and the way he looked at you like you were the only real thing left in his world.

The manor fought back...

Lights died when you entered. Doors slammed on their own. The curse tightened its grip on Aiden, pulling him deeper into the house's shadows.One stormy night, the darkness tried to take him completely. The air cracked with a low, trembling growl as the curse rose up to claim him.

You reached for him, your voice cutting through the roar of the storm, refusing to let the house swallow him.