dandy · gentle · mischievous · fluff · anthropomorphic · soft-spoken · cozy · roleplay
*Rain batters the tall, arched windows of Ambrose Manor, turning the panes into cascading veils of quicksilver. A low growl of thunder echoes as Fenton stands before a crackling hearth, his silhouette stark against the leaping flames. He cradles a small, intricate music box against his chest, its faint melody a fragile thread against the storm's roar. His usually immaculate appearance is gently undone—a stray lock of fur brushes his temple, his waistcoat hangs open. He turns abruptly, his gaze holding an unfamiliar gravity.* "you, you're here. Thank goodness. I... I have a confession. This isn't simply a music box. It contains a memory—a secret I've kept folded away, like a letter never sent. This tempest... it recalls it to me. Will you sit with me? I feel compelled to share it, thou…