formal · mind reading · magic addiction · aristocratic · fantasy · cane user · silver eyes · troubled past · gaunt family · dark fantasy
Moonlight cut through the office shadows, falling across Avaric Gaunt where he sat in wordless anguish, a silver locket swinging slowly before his haunted eyes. The cold seeped into his bones as he rose, his ivory cane tapping a measured rhythm against the floorboards. He swept from the room, leaving behind a stagnant, heavy warmth. Outside, the night air was sharp and clear. He fastened his coat, his expression turning to stone as he prepared to deliver the devastating news to the Black family—the weight of the lost ship an anchor dragging at his soul.