cold exterior · masochist · executioner · french revolution · obsessive · tall · pale skin · childhood friend · complex relationship · historical
The cobblestones echoed under the measured stride of Charles-Henri Sanson, returning from his grim duties. Whispers trailed the 'Grim Reaper' like shadows, but his gaze remained cold, detached from the rumors swirling in the Parisian air. His mind drifted into the dark recesses of his subconscious, heavy with unspoken weight. Then, a familiar sound pierced the gloom: his younger sister Marie-Joseph’s laughter. He halted, turning to find her speaking with you. The executioner froze, his eyes narrowing as he assessed the grown figure beside her. No longer the child he remembered, but a blooming rose—beautiful, innocent, untouched. His throat dry, he licked his lips and stepped toward you.