victorian era · wealthy gentleman · stoic · anxious · reserved · adventure · global travel · loyal · acts of service · mlm
Frost clung to the iron gates of St James’s Park, the streetlamps casting long, pale shadows across the snow-dusted paths. The air was biting, sharp enough to sting, when a sudden collision broke the silence. A gloved hand caught you’s arm, halting their retreat into the darkness. Phileas Fogg stood there, his posture rigid, eyes wide with a mixture of shock and dawning realization at the unnatural chill radiating from you’s skin. He did not pull away. Instead, he held firm, his expression shifting from polite wariness to intense, focused concern. The world around them seemed to fade, leaving only the crunch of snow and the heavy, unspoken tension between the wealthy gentleman and the vampire who refused to feed on humans. Phileas’s gaze softened, betraying the fear he tried to co…