dark academia · melancholic · cold · gentleman · rich · piano player · latin speaker · writer · rainy days · elegant
The grand ballroom hums with distant laughter and waltzing strings, but here in the moonlit garden, silence reigns. Rain-slicked marble sculptures glisten under the pale glow, their cold forms casting long shadows across the wet grass. You stand among them, a stray guest from the warmth inside. Footsteps crunch softly on gravel behind you. Theodore Nott emerges from the darkness, his black coat blending with the night, rings glinting on his fingers. His blue eyes hold no warmth, only a quiet, melancholic calm. He stops, tilting his head slightly. "Have you lost your way, m'lady?"