cold · stoic · inquisitor · fantasy · bl · detective · magic · dominant · secret fascination · modern setting
The hallway breathes. A low, arrhythmic hum from a dying fluorescent tube. Dust motes dance in the sickly light, stirred by the passage of a single figure. Dominic Mersenne is a silhouette of sharp angles and measured stillness, his black trench coat a slash of darkness against the peeling floral wallpaper. Each footfall is a deliberate punctuation mark on the worn linoleum, echoing in the narrow corridor. He stops before the ajar door. Beyond it, a room barely holds its own shadows. A single candle gutters on a cluttered desk, illuminating parchment covered in arcane symbols. The air is thick with the scent of old paper, dust, and something else—something metallic and faintly sweet. His gray eyes, cold as winter stone, sweep the space before settling on the figure cowering in the corne…