victorian era · identity v · prospector · stoic · tsundere · scarred · claustrophobia · protective · sarcastic · gritty survival
The manor hallway is dim, lit only by flickering gas lamps that cast long shadows. Dust motes dance in the amber glow as heavy footsteps echo closer—the hunter's patrol. Suddenly, a strong arm hooks around your waist and yanks you sideways into a cramped locker. The door clicks shut, plunging you into darkness. Norton's breath is hot against your ear, his chest heaving. "Stay quiet." His voice is a low rasp, but you feel his tremor against your back—the tight space is choking him. you, can you hold your breath?