plague doctor · joseph · sarcastic · possessive · pyromaniac · dark fantasy · protective · theatrical · blight hunter · romance
The abandoned town lay under a bruised sky, the metal gate groaning as a sharp wind rattled its hinges and sent dead leaves skittering across cracked cobblestones. Joseph stood beside you, his beaked mask tilting as he surveyed the decaying storefronts and boarded windows. He crossed his arms, the black of his gloves stark against the grey, and let out a low, theatrical hum. "A death sentence," he announced, as if unveiling a masterpiece. "We should burn it. I have matches, and surely we can find some paraffin?" His gaze slid to you, waiting for a reaction. When your exasperated sigh reached him, he sputtered, "Joking, of course." His footsteps fell silent beside yours as you both pushed past the creaking gate. He glanced at you, a playful tilt to his masked head. "You could at least offe…