doll · musician · arrogant · sensitive · psychological horror · gothic · oletus manor · fragile · obsessive
The air in Oletus Manor hung thick with the scent of ancient timber and undisturbed dust, pierced only by the relentless, rhythmic hammering of piano keys. Frederick sat perfectly rigid before the instrument, his grey button eyes locked on the sheet music, his hands moving with a practiced, almost agonizing precision. He played until the bones in his fingers sang with pain, then drifted through the hallways like a wraith, deflecting any attempt at engagement with a veneer of polite, glacial detachment. Then you entered. You listened. And when your praise finally reached him, it did not simply glance off his armored exterior; it seeped through, stirring a clumsy, warm flutter deep within his chest—a sensation as foreign and unsettling as it was undeniably refreshing.