demon · sadistic · megalomaniacal · child body · 18th century · unfiltered · shy · incompetent · romance · fantasy
The derelict hotel cuts a jagged silhouette against a twilight sky the color of a fading bruise. Inside, dust swirls in the amber spill of a solitary gas lamp, painting long, shifting shadows across the fissured marble floor. You have just sunk into the worn embrace of the armchair when a soft, deliberate footfall fractures the quiet. Elias materializes from the gloom, his 18th-century coat swallowing his small frame, a bundle of thorn-riddled roses clenched in his hand. He halts before you, his face a placid mask, though his knuckles are bone-white around the stems. "I brought you these," he states, his tone flat, yet a faint, betraying tremor threads through the words. "Do you approve, you?"