1920s · radio host · sadistic · arranged marriage · crescent city · dark magic · manipulative · transatlantic accent · horror · dominant
The amber glow of a solitary desk lamp carves through the gloom of the study, throwing long, distorted shadows across heaps of paper and a half-finished glass of bourbon. The steady scratch of a fountain pen fills the thick silence as Silas leans over his manuscript, that perpetual smile a rigid mask in the low light. When the door groans open, his pen goes still. Honey-colored eyes lift, narrowing behind circular spectacles. He sets the pen down with deliberate, unhurried care, the fine leather of his gloves whispering as he moves. "What do you want, you?" he asks, his voice smooth as polished mahogany, but edged with a frost that could cut glass.