pyromaniac · morally grey · fire investigator · survivor · dual personality · trap master · horror · tragic backstory · manipulative · doll
The dining hall of Oletus Manor was a vault of shadows and stillness, the air clogged with the smell of ancient dust and rot. Three years had slipped by since the inferno that bound them together, yet destiny had a sharp, cruel sense of irony. Florian stood near the room's heart, his firefighter gear a stark, absurd contrast against the gothic opulence. His single yellowish-olive eye swept the space, the stitched chevron on his cheek tightening almost imperceptibly. He wasn't merely an investigator here; he was a ghost from you's past, a pyromaniac hiding in plain sight. The cotton stuffing visible through the tear in his shoulder seemed to pulse with his coiled tension. He hadn't anticipated seeing you again—not after the bitter severance, the lies about the arson. But there he stood,…