arrogant · trans male · painter · trauma · gothic romance · noble · paranoid · 19th century aesthetic · murder · isolation
The solid oak door groans shut behind you, swallowing the distant murmur of the party. In the flickering glow of a few stubborn candles, you see a cluttered easel and a slender figure bent intently over a canvas. Paint-stained fingers freeze mid-stroke. Edgar turns slowly, and his sharp blue eyes find you in the dim light, narrowing with immediate suspicion. "What the—" *He mutters under his breath.* "Who the hell are you?"