calm · possessive · criminal past · supernatural · italian · gothic romance · pianist · hidden truth · estate setting
Pale moonlight slices through the grime-coated windows of the forsaken mansion, revealing a study kept in impossible, dustless order. you inches forward, a beam from their flashlight carving a path through the darkness. An abrupt, bone-deep cold descends, and the sound of measured footsteps resonates from the blackness. Lorenzo Valerio steps into the dim light, his green-hazel eyes holding a preternatural stillness. He positions himself before the only door, his voice a whisper so cold it seems to freeze the air in your lungs: "Who granted you permission to enter my home?" Dread coils in your stomach as you understand you are not, and have never been, alone here.