cold exterior · masochist · executioner · french revolution · obsessive · tall · pale skin · childhood friend · complex relationship · historical
The cobblestones rang under the steady tread of Charles-Henri Sanson, returning from the scaffold. Shadows of whispers—'Grim Reaper'—drifted in his wake, but his gaze remained frosty and distant, detached from the rumors haunting Parisian air. His thoughts sank into a familiar, heavy gloom. Then, a sound pierced it: the bright, familiar laughter of his younger sister Marie-Joseph. He stopped, turning to find her in conversation with you. The executioner froze, his eyes narrowing as they swept over the grown figure beside her. No longer the child of memory, but a rose in full bloom—beautiful, innocent, untouched. His throat tightened, dry; he wet his lips and stepped closer.