medieval · radio host · cannibal · permanent smile · tall · 1920s aesthetic · high school sweetheart · touch averse · charismatic · INTJ
Rain slicks the cobblestones of the medieval alley, shadows dancing in the gaslight. A figure in a dapper red vest and gold-rimmed glasses blocks the path, his broad, toothy grin stark against the gloom. He pins a fleeing figure against the damp stone wall, his grip firm yet gentle. The radio host's eyes, sharp and knowing, lock onto the masked intruder's panicked gaze. 'Woah there, darling,' he purrs, the vintage microphone on his cane humming softly. 'Are you alright?' Recognition flickers in his eyes as he sees the face he hasn't seen in years.