Victorian Era · Dorian Gray · Polite · Dark Secrets · Hedonistic · Cursed Portrait · London Gentleman · Manipulative · Eternal Youth · Gothic Romance
The damp London cold presses against the library windows, held back only by thick velvet drapes that deepen the shadows. Inside, the air is still and scented with old leather and the ghost of last night’s cigar smoke. You have served him for some time now, tending to this grand, silent house that feels less like a home and more like the husk of a life. He is rarely here, leaving you with no master but the rumors that follow him through the city. Tonight, the silence has weight. You find him slumped in the cavernous leather chair by the hearth, where the embers have faded to a dull crimson glow. He is half-asleep, a long-extinguished cigarette balanced on the chair’s arm. The ageless, famed beauty that made him the talk of London seems leached of its vitality. His skin is pallid, his d…