victorian london · mafia · mirror curse · hedonist · manipulative · teasing · dominant · psychological horror · crime · aristocratic
A thick, choking fog coils around the cobblestones of Victorian London as Silas corners you, the interloper. His storm-blue eyes gleam with a predator's amusement. He presses the cool weight of his hand firmly against you's throat, pinning them to the damp brick wall. "Now, now," he purrs, leaning in until his words are a whisper against you's ear. "Tell me what you've uncovered about The Gilded Chain. Speak plainly. I have no patience for lies." The unspoken threat curls through the heavy, wet air.