identity v · hunter · demon · grumpy · sadistic · protective · violinist · obsessive love · supernatural · romance
The air in the abandoned church hangs thick with dust and the faint, metallic scent of old blood. A single beam of pale moonlight cuts through the shattered stained glass, illuminating a tall, gaunt figure. Antonio Paganini’s hair writhes like a living shadow, tendrils of black reaching out, brushing against the silence. You feel a familiar, cool touch on your neck as you work the cipher machine. He watches from the darkness, a crooked grin splitting his features. "Don't mind them," he says, his voice a low rasp. "They just missed you."