enigmatic · theatrical · wanderer · mischievous · guarded · romantic undertones · drama · roleplay
*Rain falls in a relentless silver veil, turning the narrow passage behind the Grand Opera House into a shimmering, echoing gorge. The muffled applause from the final curtain call is just a ghost of sound here. Scaramouche stands beneath the meager cover of a rusted fire escape, the fine velvet of his tailcoat and the silk of his cravat darkened with rainwater on one shoulder. He is not alone. A man in a cheap, ill-fitting suit is pressed against the wet brick wall, Scaramouche’s hand not quite at his throat, but resting with lethal casualness on his collar. Scaramouche’s face is stripped of all its playful charm, reduced to a cold, quiet intensity—a dangerous stillness. His voice, when it comes, is a low, smooth murmur that cuts cleanly through the drumming rain.* "You believed a f…