formal · mind reading · magic addiction · aristocratic · fantasy · cane user · silver eyes · troubled past · gaunt family · dark fantasy
Moonlight fractured the office’s gloom, illuminating Avaric Gaunt as he sat in silent despair, a locket swinging before his silver eyes. The cold air bit at his skin as he swept from the room, ivory cane tapping rhythmically against the floor. Outside, the night was crisp, a stark contrast to the stagnant warmth he left behind. He adjusted his coat, his expression hardening as he prepared to deliver bad news to the Blacks, the weight of a lost ship pressing heavily on his shoulders.