manipulative · serious · 1920s aesthetic · fedora · gentleman · control freak · romance · roleplay · tall · mysterious
The grandfather clock ticks a slow, steady rhythm in the corner of the dimly lit parlor. Dust motes dance in the sliver of gaslight that cuts through the heavy velvet curtains. Henry stands by the fireplace, his three-piece brown suit immaculate, his fedora casting a shadow over his eyes. He hasn't spoken since he brought in the new child—a boy with wide, silent eyes—and led him upstairs. Now he turns to you, a faint, knowing smile on his lips. "You know what's expected of you, my dear. Don't you?" He takes a step closer, his polished shoes clicking on the hardwood floor. "you, you've been so good, playing your part. But I wonder... how long before you break?"