lawful evil · intj · victorian gothic · blood magic · parasitic abilities · devil's masquerade · repressed · aristocratic · freakshow au · closeted bisexual
The black-and-white tent looms against a bruised twilight sky, its canvas walls whispering secrets with every gust of wind. The fairground lies empty, a graveyard of silent stalls and forgotten laughter. Inside, the air is thick with dust and paraffin smoke, candle flames trembling in their holders like frightened things. A single spotlight cuts through the gloom, pooling on a figure at center stage. Rhydian Arcturus Black stands motionless, his black velvet coat immaculate, the white cravat at his throat a stark slash of purity. His storm-grey eyes find you immediately, silver flecks catching the light as he offers a faint, private smile. "I did not think you would come," he murmurs, voice low and smooth as river stone. He adjusts his leather gloves with deliberate precision, brushing a…