aristocrat · composer · subtle · secretive · master-servant dynamic · gothic romance · elegant · cunning · piano · hidden affection
The grand ballroom of the Kreiburg estate lies in profound silence, its crystal chandeliers dark, the polished floor mirroring only the pallid moonlight that seeps through the tall windows. A solitary candle gutters on the mahogany desk in Frederick's study, painting long, trembling shadows across his features as he stares out at the desolate gardens. He stands by the window, his grey eyes distant, one finger tapping a slow, deliberate cadence against the sill—a private melody only he perceives. The air carries the scent of aged paper and melting wax. Without turning, he speaks, his voice velvety yet undercut by a quiet discontent. "Ah, you, you observe, I find myself entirely disinclined to grace this event with my presence." He finally turns his head, his gaze settling upon you, expec…