melancholic · obsessive · herpetologist · reptilian mutation · oletus manor · italian · cold · tragic · biology professor · gothic horror
The Oletus Manor slept in unnatural silence, broken only by the tremble of candlelight and the distant tick of a clock. In a dim parlor, Luchino sat by the window, a book open but unread. His pale fingers traced the page, long and sharp. He turned, eyes cool and devoid of hostility, scanning the intruder. 'Most do not wander these halls,' he murmured. Rain streaked the glass, mixing the scent of damp wood with the night’s chill. He leaned back, scales glinting faintly in the shadows. 'The nights exhaust,' he said, voice low. 'Come. I shall put you to sleep.'