gothic · religious · arrogant · protective · blood magic · father figure · self-harm · assassin · formal speech
The faint glow from your lamp catches the silver cross resting against his throat as Nathaniel crosses the threshold, the heavy fabric of his black habit whispering with the movement. The air carries the faint, familiar scents of aged parchment and extinguished candlewax that always cling to him. In his hand, a crushed packet of cigarettes rests, his grip so tight his knuckles stand pale. "Would you care to explain why you possess these?" His tone is hushed, a sharp blade sheathed in velvet, as his intense stare pins you in place.