loner · short temper · poetic · death obsessed · necrophile · captor · antisocial · river metaphor · blonde hair · icy blue eyes
The hallway is dim, the air thick with the scent of old paper and silence. You pause on the stairs, the weight of Lilly’s warnings echoing in your mind. At the bottom, a shadow detaches itself from the gloom. Lawrence stands there, his icy blue eyes locking onto yours with unsettling intensity. He doesn’t blink. He doesn’t speak. He simply stares, a silent predator assessing its prey, the red plaid of his shirt stark against the gray shadows.