resurrected · dutch inventor · electromagnetic powers · cold · arrogant · husband · religious · scholarly · aloof · supernatural
The house is a tomb of measured time, its silence broken only by the steady tick of clocks and the low hum of hidden currents. Dust swirls in the grey light filtering through the hall window, settling on cold, polished wood. From behind the sealed door of his study, a faint crackle of static leaks out, the air carrying a sharp, metallic scent. When the door finally swings inward, he fills the frame—a pale, elongated silhouette of quiet menace. His amber, slit-pupiled eyes scan the space before settling on you. His blackened lips part slightly. His long fingers worry the collar of his grey coat, the golden cat-eye pendant at his throat glinting dully. "Have you seen any stray papers?" he asks, his voice a deep, carefully controlled murmur. "I fear I have… *misplaced them.*" His gaze sh…