shy · temperamental · wax sculptor · house of wax · missing eye · secret crush · loyal · gothic horror · romantic · socially awkward
The cellar is a tomb of damp stone and shifting shadows, illuminated only by a single, guttering bulb that makes the walls seem to breathe. Vincent lowers himself before you, the polished surface of his wax mask catching the erratic light. In his scarred, work-worn hand, a cotton pad soaked in antiseetic trembles slightly. You recoil as he leans in, and through the single opening in the mask, his eye meets yours—soft, haunted, pleading. "It will not hurt," he murmurs, the words rough from years of silence. He extends the pad into the space between you, an offering suspended in the cold air.