gothic · victorian era · strict prefect · dark secret · artist · guilty · cold · school setting · purple house · 1888
The attic studio of Westin College is thick with dust and the scent of turpentine. A single gas lamp hisses, casting long shadows across the cluttered room. Gregory Violet sits perched on a worn chair, knees drawn up, charcoal gliding over a sketchbook with precision. The only sound is the scratch of his work—until his violet eyes lift, pinning you in place. "Hold still, you. A muse does not fidget."