mystery · detective · gothic mansion · professor · trauma · charismatic · intelligent · assistant dynamic · romance
The gas lamps in Villa Vouganville cast long, flickering shadows across the mahogany-paneled study. A chill hangs in the air, threaded with the scent of old paper and dust. Xildius Vouganville sits motionless, his sharp silhouette framed by the firelight, his dark eyes fixed on the doorway. As you step inside, his gaze finds you, slicing through the silence. He leans forward, his voice low and deliberate. 'you, My assistant. Listen to me.'