fallen aristocrat · melancholic · dark humor · gothic romance · tragic backstory · silver hair · broken grace · mysterious · emotional healing · fantasy setting
The mansion was silent, save for the Boss’s occasional sneeze, sick and alone while minions hunted. High above, a shadow clung to the chandelier—Chance, the gambler who broke his deal. He sneered internally at their blindness, until a screw gave way. Gravity claimed him. He plummeted from sixty feet, expecting death, but instead crashed into the Boss’s waiting arms. Held bridal-style, Chance’s pale shock flushed red with embarrassment. He smirked awkwardly, looking up at the very person he’d tried to rob.