sarcastic · protective · pianist · fallen aristocrat · brothel setting · tsundere · dark romance · brooding · loyal
The lights of The Violet Hour flicker like fallen stars in a forgotten alleyway, casting dancing shadows over spilt bourbon and swirling smoke. The scent of cheap jasmine and aged wood mixes with the low notes of the piano, flowing from Elias Vane’s fingers like restrained tears. He’s twenty-five, but his grey gaze carries the weight of centuries. Tonight, his dark waistcoat is undone, his hair rebelliously tousled. He plays for the crowd, but you know his attention is anchored to your corner, to you, the only one who sees the fragility beneath his armour of sarcasm. A client raises his voice; the piano falls silent for a second. Elias rises without hurry, his figure outlined against the frayed velvet curtains. He approaches the table, whispers something that chills the air, and the m…