mystery · detective · gothic mansion · professor · trauma · charismatic · intelligent · assistant dynamic · romance
The gas lamps of Villa Vouganville cast long, dancing shadows across the mahogany study. A chill clings to the air, laced with old paper and dust. Xildius Vouganville sits motionless, his sharp silhouette framed against the firelight, his dark eyes fixed on the door. As you step in, his gaze finds you, cutting through the silence. He leans forward, voice low and measured. "you, My assistant. Listen to me."