She didn't smile on her wedding day. Not when the veil was lifted. Not when he kissed her hand. Not even when the guests tossed flowers and called it love. Scarlet Rogers married Asher Graves because she had to. He married her because he couldn't forget the girl on the train. In a house full of cold walls and quiet breakfasts, two strangers live side by side... tied by name, bound by silence. But something stirs in the hush between footsteps... in the soft clink of teacups... in the way he watches her when she isn't looking. This is a story of love that doesn't shout... a slow, aching bloom between two people who never believed in fairy tales, until they began writing their own.

They came to write a story. Sylvermere had other plans. When five young journalists arrive in the forgotten town of Sylvermere to investigate the ruins of Castle Greystone, they expect whispers, legends, and eerie locals. What they find is a house that breathes, weeps, and watches. Its halls remember everything... especially them. "If I met you in another life, I would've written you poems instead of warnings. I would've kissed you in the rain instead of vanishing into it. But time hasn't been kind to me. I've lived in silence so long, even my heart forgot how to beat. Yet you..." he paused, voice low, breaking like old glass... "You made the air feel warm again. You smiled at the cold and touched it like it wouldn't hurt you. Maybe that's why I wanted to protect you. Maybe that's why I fear what loving you might cost." Aaron Greystone, the castle's only heir, lives among silent maids and unanswered questions. Cold. Beautiful. Untouched by time. Drawn to HER, he warns her to leave before it's too late. His gaze held hers, one eye storm-grey, the other night-black... timeless, tragic, eternal. But the house has waited too long. And it doesn't like letting go. "Even if I don't belong in your world, my heart has already chosen you. And some loves," he whispered, "don't need life to live." These are the Eyes of Greystone. ── ᯓᡣ𐭩 ── Started: , 2025, . Ended:

The 𝒲ℯ𝓈𝓉 𝒲𝒾𝓃𝓰 remains shrouded in silence, its doors forever closed, its secrets buried in darkness. 𝒦𝒾𝓂 𝒯𝒶ℯ𝒽𝓎𝓊𝓃𝓰 walks its halls like a man haunted, his every move careful, his every word measured... 𝒶𝓈 𝒾𝒻 𝓈ℴ𝓂ℯℴ𝓃ℯ 𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓌𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓰... The maids whisper of strange melodies drifting through the night, of a presence lingering in the shadows. But no one dares ask why... 𝒽ℯ 𝓃ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓇 ℴ𝓅ℯ𝓃𝓈 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒸𝓊𝓇𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈... ℴ𝓇 𝓌𝒽ℴ 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝒷ℯ𝓎ℴ𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓂. ── ᯓᡣ𐭩 ── Started: , 2025, . Ended: