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Shrouded in fog and rumor, the house on the hill has always been a place of warnings-home to a man shaped by loss and whispered into legend. When Elara crosses its iron gates, she expects fear, maybe danger. What she finds instead is recognition.
Their first meeting is quiet, charged with everything unsaid. He is not cruel, nor kind-only deeply, devastatingly honest. He has learned to survive by keeping the world at a distance. She arrives without the desire to save him, only the willingness to see him. Between them grows a tension born of restraint: almost-touches, held breaths, the slow realization that attention can be more intimate than contact.
This is not a story of instant love, but of gravity-of two people circling something inevitable, knowing the cost and moving closer anyway. As longing deepens into obsession and the past presses in, Elara and the man in the house must decide whether connection is worth the danger it brings.
A slow-burn gothic romance steeped in atmosphere, yearning, and emotional intimacy, [working title] explores the kind of love that takes root in darkness-and the devastating beauty of choosing it anyway.