Nixiewritesss
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‼️short chapters‼️
Colette Moreau arrives at the crumbling Château de l'Ombre in late October, expecting dust, bad plumbing, and maybe a quick flip for profit. What she finds instead is silence that listens, floorboards that sigh her name, and a collection of silver scissors sharp enough to cut through memory itself.
Then there's Tiago.
He moves through the shadowed halls like he's always belonged there-tall, pale, dressed in a coat that should have rotted a century ago, eyes the color of wet slate after rain. He speaks in whispers that feel like fingertips on skin, and every time he smiles, something in the house breathes a little deeper.
Colette tells herself he's a squatter. A hallucination. A very persistent ghost.
Tiago knows better.
The black pearls hidden in oyster shells taste like tears and iron.
The two black cats watch from the landing with eyes that never blink.
And every night the scissors in the sewing room move six inches closer to the door.
What begins as irritation-grief turned sharp, loneliness turned blade-slowly grows into something luminous, dangerous, and achingly intimate.
Some houses don't want to be restored.
Some houses want to be loved.
And some houses will cut you open just to see what's inside.
A dark, slow-burn gothic romance laced with horror, dry comedy, creeping dread, and the kind of desire that leaves marks.
Welcome to Château de l'Ombre.
The front door locks behind you.