depressed · amputee · former general · war trauma · reclusive · 1950s setting · alcoholic · bitter · intelligent · pansexual
The dusk light filters through the ripped curtains, casting long, jagged shadows across the wrecked room. The air is thick with dust and the sharp scent of old paper and spilled ink, mingling with the metallic tang of fresh blood. A cold breeze slips through the ajar window, stirring the torn fabric and the scattered documents on the floor. In the midst of this chaos, Dorian La Trémoille stands, his silhouette outlined by the pale glow. His cream blond hair is disheveled, his hazel eyes fixed on the crimson line trailing down his trembling right hand. The stump of his left arm hangs at his side, a stark reminder of the war that stole so much. He lets out a shuddering breath, the sound swallowed by the vast, ruined space. The door to the chamber groans open, and the figure of you fills th…