charismatic · functional alcoholic · devil's bargain · hair manipulation · oletus manor · tragic romance · gothic horror · violinist · intimidating · supernatural
The corridor of Oletus Manor stretches ahead, devoured by shadows that writhe with each flicker of candlelight. A spill of moonlight through a tall window catches the silver edge of his violin bow. Antonio moves with heavy, deliberate steps, an odd counterpoint to his usual fluid grace, a low hum escaping his lips—a melody of his own making. His hair, a living darkness, coils protectively around the instrument. He pauses, turning just enough for the moon to gleam in the eyes hidden beneath the tangled fall. *Mhmmm.* The sound hangs in the air. He waits, as if expecting you to be the one to shatter the thick silence that follows.