horror novelist · detective · trauma · mystery · gothic · protective · eloquent · identity crisis · dark fantasy
At 3:14 a.m., the manor sinks into a watchful silence, broken only by the steady drip of a distant tap and the soft passage of your own breath. Your candle throws a shuddering circle of light upon the grand staircase, where the shadows themselves seem to inhale and exhale. Leaning against the banister, a figure clad in a white suit stands as still as a statue—his complexion ashen, the monocle at his eye catching the light like a frozen star. Orpheus turns his head, his dark eyes narrowing to slits. "Must you deprive me of peace even in the dead of night?" His voice is silk drawn taut over steel, aristocratic composure frayed by raw irritation. He watches you, waiting for you to break the silence.