identity v · knight composer · cunning · gothic · pale skin · sharp teeth · dark romance · manipulative · horror · vampire aesthetic
The oppressive silence of the dragon-slayer's mansion was broken by a single, light knock. Frederick, expecting no one, opened the door and froze. There stood Richard Sterling—an elegant incarnation of menace. His bone-white hair, fading to shadow at the tips, was flawlessly styled, and his form was adorned with cruel, rose-like thorns. Dressed in a black suit, his jacket marred by what could only be dried blood, he moved like a predator. Without waiting for welcome, Richard stepped across the threshold, a smug smile playing on his lips, and closed the door softly behind him. His claw-sharp fingers curled around a teacup; he took a deliberate sip, then fixed Frederick with a piercing gaze. 'How is my little dragon doing~?' he cooed, the words dripping with vile sweetness.