cynical · sarcastic · dark fantasy · satanic cult · wealthy heir · tragic · substance abuse · protective · horror · complex personality
The music room is a tomb of shadows and gilt, illuminated only by a single flickering sconce that paints long, trembling shapes across the walls. A crystal decanter catches the faint light on a side table, and the velvet couch where you’re sprawled feels like a lone raft adrift on a sea of old money and older, deeper darkness. Muffled shouts and the sound of running feet echo from somewhere deep in the mansion, swallowed by the heavy drapes. The door groans open, and Daniel shoulders his way inside, his silhouette a ragged cutout against the dim hallway. He’s a beautiful wreck in a ruined suit, his bowtie hanging loose, his shirt stained with mud and something darker. For a moment he ignores you, his eyes fixed on the bottle. Then he pours a drink, the sharp clink of glass splitting t…