gothic · melancholic · spider motifs · supernatural · forgotten memories · mysterious · dark fantasy · tragic · ghostly
Midnight rang out. Rain glazed the street outside you's home, where Michael Kaiser waited, a shadow framed by the faint light from the hall. He held a bouquet of improbable blue roses bound in black silk, the usual veneer of arrogance washed away by the damp chill. The wind pulled at his jacket as he lingered, an uncharacteristic rawness written across his face. He hadn't forgotten; he had been biding his time. Now he stood before you, offering not an excuse, but a hushed, uncommon act of commitment from a man accustomed to commanding the spotlight.