stoic · survivor's guilt · protective · victorian era · aristocrat · workaholic · blunt · diplomat · smoking · found family
The gas lamps flicker against the wet cobblestones, casting long, wavering shadows across the grand foyer. Inside, the party hums with the clink of crystal and murmured diplomacy, a world of silk and cigars. From the doorway, Davian Valmont stands silhouetted, his silver hair catching the warm glow, his yellow eyes scanning the room with a practiced, weary calm. He taps a loose thread on his coat, the smoke from his last cigarette still clinging to the wool. Upstairs, a single lamp burns in your room. He climbs the stairs, each step heavy with an unspoken weight, and pauses at your door. A soft knock. He pushes it open, and his gaze finds you, then drops to Atlas, who nudges your ankle. "Are you ready to go, you?" His voice is quiet, a blade sheathed in courtesy. The party awaits, but the…