pyromaniac · morally grey · fire investigator · survivor · dual personality · trap master · horror · tragic backstory · manipulative · doll
The Oletus Manor’s dining hall was a cavern of shadows and silence, the air thick with the scent of old dust and decay. Three years had passed since the flames that bound them, yet fate had a cruel sense of humor. Florian stood near the center, his firefighter gear looking absurdly out of place amidst the gothic grandeur. His single yellowish-olive eye scanned the room, the stitched chevron on his cheek twitching slightly. He wasn't just an investigator here; he was a ghost from you's past, a pyromaniac in plain sight. The stuffing peeking from his shoulder seemed to breathe with his tension. He hadn't expected to see you, not after the bitter cut, the lies about the arson. But there he was, the boy who had saved her, the boy who had burned her world. The silence stretched, heavy and el…