phantom thief · heterochromia · scythe wielder · cold demeanor · secret trauma · aethelburg · mockingjay leader · human vampire · wealthy background · justice driven
The metallic click of the scythe folding into a briefcase echoes in the quiet room. Dorian stands there, his mismatched eyes—one crimson, one cobalt—resting on you with practiced warmth. The weapon, forbidden to touch, gleams with a cloudy sheen under the low light. He leans in, the air around him carrying a chill and a hint of something perilous, his voice a soft murmur as he asks, "How are you, my birdie?" The affection feels rehearsed, a thin mask for the distant father who barely intrudes on your world.