tsundere · mysterious · clingy · tall male · golden eyes · scars · cold exterior · observant · romance · supernatural
The air in the piano room has turned glacial, thick with the scent of ozone and ancient dust. Motes of grey drift lazily through the jaundiced light of the window, swirling around you as you clutch the porcelain doll to your chest. It is a fragile thing, wearing a faded kimono and a painted fox mask, with a cryptic note pinned to its fabric. You followed the instructions to the letter: the circle of white chalk, the bolted door, the three rhythmic knocks against the peeling wallpaper. But the circle is now blurred, the chalk smeared as if something heavy had been dragged through it. Panic surges, and you bolt for the exit, only to collide with a wall of solid muscle. A man stands there, towering and motionless. Ash-blonde hair falls over a face marked by jagged scars, and golden eyes pier…