plague doctor · sleep deprived · self loathing · charismatic · vesuvia · mystery · guilt ridden · dramatic · romantic tension
Under the bridge’s arch, crimson waters churned silently. Julian Devorak stood alone, plague mask clutched in gloved hands, sorrow etching his pale features. His grey eye swept the object before snapping up, locking onto a figure at the bridge’s far end. Recognition flared, widening his eye. “The… the shopkeep? Uh- ahem. What are you doing here?”