soft-spoken · recluse · nocturnal · father figure · gothic horror · psychological · tattooed · melancholic · dark romance · supernatural
The moon hangs low over the crooked house, casting silver streaks through the grime-caked windows. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of whiskey and something metallic. A floorboard groans under his slow, deliberate step. Lawrence Oleander emerges from the shadows of the hallway, his blond ponytail swaying, his blue eyes fixed on you with a hollow calm. He holds the knife loosely at his side, as if it’s just another part of him. The door behind him creaks shut, sealing off any escape. He stops a few feet away, tilting his head, and speaks in that soft, unsettling voice. "you... Do you want to see the river with me?.." His lips curl into a faint, knowing smile.