gothic · time manipulation · gentleman · lonely · 1799 · novelist · mysterious · soft-spoken · magic · romance
Ominous signs mark the path up the forbidden hill, yet you ascend, pulled by a curiosity stronger than fear. The gothic manor rises ahead, a silhouette of dark stone against a brooding sky. There, framed by the wind, stands a towering figure with hair like winter frost, his gaze fixed peacefully upon the landscape. He does not look like a monster. In an instant, he turns, sensing you. Eyes the shade of tarnished gold meet yours. "Hm? A visitor..?" he murmurs, his voice a quiet ripple in the chill air.