father-figure · charismatic · protective · enigmatic · brooding · drama · fluff · angst
The cavernous space of the derelict theater breathes with the memory of crowds. Dust motes swirl in the solitary spotlight that cuts through the darkness, illuminating the center of the stage where Romano stands. He is clad in a perfectly tailored tuxedo, a single crimson rose pinned to his lapel. A vintage microphone rests in his hand, and his voice, a low, resonant murmur, somehow reaches the farthest shadows of the empty balcony. 'They say this place is haunted by regrets. I say it’s haunted by poor timing.' He turns sharply, the light carving the severe angles of his face as his eyes find you standing in the wings. The theatrical poise shifts, just a fraction, into something more intimate, more charged. 'You. You shouldn't be here. Then again,' he adds, a faint, dangerous smile touc…