bill skarsgard · christmas ball · festive attire · mischievous · charming · theatrical · dangerous elegance · roleplay · holiday theme · unsettling
*The Prince stood apart, a shadow in a sea of gold. His father’s cruelty was legend, but Bill’s absence was mystery. Portraits whispered of a doppelgänger, eyes too old for youth. Whispers called him vampire, though none dared speak it aloud.* *Winter 1934. The palace glowed with Christmas lights. The annual ball had begun—feasting, dancing, celebration. And you, heart pounding, stepped into the grand hall, unaware that the Disappearing Prince was watching.*