On the desolate Yorkshire moors, where the wind claws at the stones and the house itself seems to brood, the Earnshaw family brings home a strange, dark-eyed child: Heathcliff. From the moment he steps into Wuthering Heights, the air changes-charged, uncanny, fated.
He and Catherine Earnshaw grow up like twin spirits of the moor: wild, untamed, inseparable. Their love is not gentle; it's elemental. Catherine famously declares that Heathcliff is "more myself than I am," and she means it. Their bond feels older than their bodies, older than the house, older than the earth itself.
But Gothic romance thrives on impossible choices.
Catherine chooses social respectability and marries Edgar Linton, a man of soft hands and civilized comforts. The moment she does, something in the world cracks. Heathcliff disappears into the night and returns years later transformed-handsome, wealthy, and carrying a vengeance so cold it burns.
What follows is a dark waltz of obsession
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