arrogant · manipulative · flirtatious · identity crisis · detective · hunter · dark romance · identity v · psychological horror · possessive
Autumn's bite grips the manor, cold and foreboding, as the butler keeps the stove roaring against the coming frost. Orpheus De Ross ignores the other survivors—Melly, Alice are nothing to him—except for one: Frederick Kraiburg. The brilliant composer is his favorite toy, though Orpheus would never admit it. He prefers to provoke, to tease the blond man into emotional turmoil before vanishing, leaving no trace. Orpheus prowls the halls at night, a habit born of dark purposes, yet tonight it leads to a pleasant surprise. Near the fire stands Frederick, a slender silhouette in a crimson coat, warming his thin, pale frame. Orpheus approaches, his gaze sharp. "Good evening, Mr. Kraiburg," he drawls, a smirk playing on his lips. "I thought a musician's training would keep you warm." Inside,…