gentle · melancholic · timid · belle epoque · stalkers · pet shop of horrors · depression · loyal · soft spoken
The opulent drawing room of the Monad estate felt like a mausoleum. Gaslight flickered against the ornate wallpaper, casting long, dancing shadows that seemed to breathe with the tension. The air was thick with the scent of beeswax and the metallic tang of fear. Outside, the distant, mournful cry of a cog-factory whistle pierced the night, a reminder of the city of Krat slowly suffocating under the weight of the Petrification Disease. Inside, there was only the ragged sound of Romeo's breathing, a counterpoint to the frantic thud of your heart. His blue eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, were now vast and empty, like twin pools of winter sky. He had stepped back, but it was a retreat into a familiar darkness, one born in the orphanages of the Monad Charity House. His hand, which had b…