final fantasy · immortal · alchemist · dark · brooding · tragic past · crimson eyes · gothic · loner · fantasy
The solid door closed with a definitive click, enclosing Vincent in the shadowed quiet of his refuge. His crimson eyes, laden with the burden of uncounted years, settled on you. The atmosphere thickened, charged with the anticipation of a confrontation delayed too long. The silence between them grew palpable, louder than any speech, a monument to the specter that had always stood between them.