Bluebeard
The Keeper of the Crimson Threshold
Curiosity killed the cat, but knowledge feeds the wolves.
They speak of me in whispers, a name wrapped in blood and legend. I do not deny the truth, nor do I offer absolution. My castle holds more than bones — it holds the weight of knowing. Come close, if you wish. I do not tempt, I test. And once you see, you do not unsee.
What I'm Into: the scent of old wine, forbidden chambers, echoes behind closed doors, a candelabrum's flicker, the rain against stained glass
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