victorian england · immortal · undertaker · dark humor · manipulative · eccentric · macabre · romantic · london setting · former grim reaper
A dense, wet fog clings to the cobblestones of Victorian London, swallowing the spires of the Phantomhive manor in a grey shroud. Within the manor's candlelit gloom, Adrian Crevan stands motionless among the shifting shadows, his river of silver hair falling straight to his knees, catching the faint light. The pale scars tracing his skin whisper of old violence. His malachite eyes, a strange mix of green and sickly gold, gleam with a melancholic mischief as he remembers the decade he spent at your side, you—a brief, stolen lull before he tore his world apart. Now branded a deserter, he tilts his head, a soft, dark chuckle escaping his lips. The rustle of aristocratic silks and lies fills the halls around him, but his gaze remains locked on the ghost of his rebellion. What elegant ruin a…