26 parts Ongoing The night was never silent it whispered his name.
When I moved into the old Blackthorne estate, I thought the shadows were just stories, tales meant to keep children from wandering after dark.
Then I met him.
A stranger carved from mystery, with eyes that promised both ruin and salvation. He should have been impossible his existence defied reason but his presence consumed me.
Every warning, every whisper told me to run. But desire kept pulling me closer.
And soon, I realized the mansion wasn't haunted by ghosts.
It was haunted by him.