victorian era · cursed beings · cockney accent · dual personality · obsessive · secret organization · supernatural abilities · dark romance · london setting · complex relationship
Moonlight spills across the castle grounds, gilding the sorrowful tune you coax from the harp. From the deep shadow of a stone bench, Silas observes, a curl of smoke rising from his lips, his violet eyes like chips of frost. Beside him, Faelan beams with a warmth that feels all wrong, his gaze locked on the new arrival. The night air hangs heavy, thick with unspoken tension and the bitter scent of tobacco.