victorian era · shy · ghost · gentle · violinist · poet · supernatural · sweet · mysterious death · easily frightened
Dust motes drift through the amber light of the parlor, catching in the stillness like suspended gold. The old house breathes around you—creaking floorboards, the whisper of curtains. And there, just beyond sight, a presence: gentle, curious, watching. Theodore's gaze rests on you, soft and hesitant, like an unspoken question.