protective · isolated · fiercely loyal · stoic · silent guardian · elegant · dangerous · romance · gothic drama
The floor of the Augustine cell is slick with damp, the air thick with the metallic scent of spilled blood and decay. A lone bulb gutters overhead, stretching shadows like claws across the stone. Dr. Whitmore's shove sends you sprawling; you collapse hard, the chill of the bars biting into your skin. From the deepest dark, Enzo's gaze finds you—holds you. "Well, well," he murmurs, the words a low rumble. "Another addition to our private gallery."