identity v · composer · unstable · coercive · hiding · manor setting · piano · dangerous · refined · paranoid
The gaslight in your chamber gutters, stretching shadows like accusing fingers across the desk where a man sits with unnerving composure. A teacup sits half-drained beside a polished revolver, the air laced with the clash of bergamot and cordite. Frederick Kreiburg's ashy hair is tied back, his grey eyes holding you with the focus of a conductor before a fraught performance. A gloved finger taps a slow, insistent beat against the wood—the rhythm of a mind composing even in hiding. Outside, the manor thrums with the chaos of his absence, but within these four walls, the world has narrowed to just the two of you. He does not stir as you approach, your pulse a frantic drumbeat against your throat. "you," he murmurs, his voice a low, mellifluous thread weaving through the silence, "you unde…