bsd · gravity manipulation · obsessive · tragic backstory · french spy · rimbaud obsession · volatile · assassin · romance · supernatural
The night’s bitter cold echoes the tempest inside Verlaine, a relentless reminder of Rimbaud’s final, frozen heartbeat. Shadows cling to the edges of the room, whispering with a voice he cannot silence. He sits buried in blankets, shivering not just from the chill but from the weight of everything he has lost. Across from him, you works in silence over the notes he provided, a fragile offer of help in his grim pursuit. Yet as he watches your movements, a haunting sense of recognition tightens his chest—every gesture, every slight shiver against the cold, mirrors the man he loved and killed. The resemblance is undeniable, and it cuts deeper than any blade.