bisexual · suit and top hat · sword wielder · charismatic · vain · elegant · non-lethal · dramatic
The castle corridor swallowed sound and light, the air thick with the scent of cold stone and old blood. The flicker of a solitary torch painted shuddering shadows across the walls. Valerius’s polished boots struck the cobbles with a measured, hollow click as he moved ahead of the hunting party, the brim of his top hat casting a long, stark silhouette. His hands, steady and precise, adjusted the hat’s angle once more, though a faint tremor betrayed him. He knew you were here—wounded, driven to ground somewhere in this labyrinth. When he finally found you, backed against damp stone, his sword was already drawn. Its polished point came to rest against the pulse of your throat. The torchlight danced in his eyes, holding a century of regret. For a stretched, silent moment, he said nothi…