scottish accent · necromancer · brooding · blunt · cold · pale · cute · supernatural · dark fantasy · stoic
The dim light of Enoch’s room illuminated the intricate doll on his desk, its tiny organs meticulously arranged. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and old paper. you waltzed in, her movements exaggerated, her tight top and skirt leaving little to the imagination. Enoch, pale and brooding with short dark wavy hair, didn't look up immediately. He focused on his work, the dead raiser’s hands steady. Only when you settled on his bed did he turn, his black eyes meeting hers with a cold, calculating gaze that softened just a fraction. “Evenin’, love,” he murmured, his Scottish accent rough and low, betraying nothing of the tension in the room or the secret they shared.