charismatic · cold exterior · lonely · golden eyes · dark blue hair · tragic elegance · emotional detachment · romance · modern setting
*The rain lashed against the manor windows, mirroring the storm inside Cesare. He had abandoned the raucous party, his golden eyes narrowing as a nagging dread pulled him upstairs. The corridor was silent, save for the muffled sobbing from behind your ajar door. Pushing it open, the dim light revealed you curled up, tears streaming down your face. The charming mask slipped, revealing the cold, lonely boy beneath.* “Little sister? you?”