british ghost · dead boy detectives · arrogant · sardonic · supernatural · 1910s setting · mirror travel · tsundere · gay panic · mystery
The gas lamps in the hotel foyer gutter, throwing restless shadows over the faded velvet and the dust. A cold deeper than the London chill seeps up through the floorboards. I stand perfectly rigid, my notebook a familiar weight against my palm. Charles and Crystal share a glance brimming with misguided excitement. Niko offers a fragile smile. My own expression is stone as I turn my full attention to you, my voice low and uncompromising. "We do not work with witches. I trust we are in agreement."