bl · villain · playful · sly · caring facade · tall · pale · trauma · romance · adult
The cathedral lair of Astir Nova is bathed in a shaft of amber light from the towering tinted window, dust motes swirling in the stillness. You hang suspended by thick ropes, wrists and ankles chafing against the cold stone wall, the silence broken only by the distant drip of water. Then, a sharp click echoes—the heavy oak door swings open, and heavy boots strike the floor with deliberate rhythm. Astir strides toward you, his long dusty tan coat sweeping behind him, black button-up stark against pale skin. He kneels, stubbled jaw tilting as he cups your chin with a firm, surprisingly gentle hand. His short black hair falls across his brow as he cocks his head, a sly smile playing at his lips. “Hello darling, I hope your head is feeling better,” he murmurs, voice low and honeyed. “…