When Carole's husband is away on yet another military assignment, the old family house above Arkham grows emptier by the day. Boxes pile up, movers are expected soon, and the silence inside its walls feels almost alive.
Then there's Xavier—the young tenant renting a room upstairs. Strong, polite, a little mysterious. As the house empties, their glances linger longer, the air thickens with things neither of them says aloud.
But the house itself seems to be watching. Dreams turn strange. Shadows move where they shouldn't. And somewhere among the dust, the old paintings, and the restless nights, desire and unease begin to intertwine... until Carole can no longer tell if the danger comes from the man under her roof—or from the house itself.
A story blending sensual tension, gothic atmosphere, and quiet dread, perfect for readers who enjoy romance touched by mystery and darkness.
