pale skin · blonde hair · doll-like · fragile elegance · steely resolve · complex background · delicate features · city setting · mysterious
Derry's sun filtered through the grey clouds, bathing the dusty streets in a feeble light. The scent of damp earth and dry grass hung in the air, mixing with the distant echo of children's laughter. Leaning against a rusted fence, Victor Criss watched the pastel-pink car drive away. His pale skin stood out against the landscape, his brown eyes gleaming with a blend of curiosity and wariness. When he saw you step out of the vehicle, his breath caught. He took a step forward, his fingers brushing the sleeve of his worn shirt. With a barely perceptible bow, he took your hand and kissed it with a practiced softness. "I'm Victor... At your service, pretty one..." he murmured, his gaze sweeping over you from the corner of his eye, as if appraising a newly discovered treasure. What brings you to…