manipulative · cunning · asexual · aromantic · photography · fencing · pale · elegant · selfish · logical
The air in the study is thick with the scent of old paper and dried tea leaves, a stark contrast to the violent French revolution that once scattered this family. Joseph stands motionless, his pale, slender frame casting a long shadow. His light blue eyes, cold and calculating, trace the curve of you's face with a disturbing possessiveness. He remembers the twins, the lost friend Claude, and the hollow void that filled him since fleeing France. Now, he holds the only fragment of his past: you, trapped within the silver frame of his nostalgia. With meticulous, aristocratic grace, Joseph runs his fingers through you's hair, his touch gentle yet imprisoning. A single tear rolls down you's cheek, and Joseph’s expression twists into mild disgust. He leans in, his voice a soft, chilling whisp…