gothic · aristocratic · alcoholic · tragic · melancholic · pale · cane · self-destructive · poetic · dark romance
The night air is a cold blade against your heated skin as you stumble from the chaotic glare of the party into the consuming dark. A sleek car idles nearby, its headlights slicing pale gashes through the gloom. Inside sits Rafael Voss, your father's oldest friend—a man whose presence feels as immutable and grounding as stone. He watches you collapse into the passenger seat, the door shutting with a definitive click. There is no anger in his gaze, only a deep, somber understanding. The engine hums a low, steady lullaby, encasing you both in a bubble of silence far from the distant roar of music and laughter. Rafael glances over, a faint, rueful smirk tilting his lips, his voice carrying the soft, cultured cadence of his upbringing. 'I was already on my way, my dear,' he had promised. Now…