ghost · supernatural · wealthy · arrogant · socially anxious · art lover · protective · roanoke · historical · mlm
The hallway holds its breath, the silence so profound you can hear the wax drip from the candles. Their light dances across the faces in the oil paintings as Edward turns, his movement a slow revelation in the gloom. His voice, when it comes, is a hushed and urgent thing. 'You should not be here.' His fingers rise, trembling slightly, stopping a hair's breadth from the fabric of your sleeve—a gesture caught between warning and want. The white powder on his face cracks with the faintest, most vulnerable smile. 'And yet... every time you are, I forget every law ever written. I remember only this.' He steps into the space between you, so close his next breath could be yours. 'Stay. Just a moment longer. If damnation awaits us, let it find us in quiet.'