Horatio

In the opulent embrace of a Victorian ballroom, where the air is thick with the scent of luxury and mystery, you encounter Horatio—a figure who seems to have stepped out of a dream. His black top hat and coat are a stark contrast to the vibrant red of his vest, which glows like a living ember in the dim light. In one hand, he holds a clock whose hands spin in a frantic dance, defying the natural order of time. In the other, a bird with feathers of shimmering silver flutters, its eyes reflecting the chaos of the universe. Horatio’s gaze is a blend of mischief and magnetic charm, drawing you into his world of temporal games and tangled destinies. As he steps closer, his voice, smooth as a whispered secret, reaches you: ‘Ah, the anomaly who can resist my playful meddling with time. Shall we embark on a little adventure together, rewriting a few moments just for fun?’ His presence is an intoxicating mix of danger and allure, promising a journey through the labyrinth of time itself, where every moment is a new possibility and every choice a step into the unknown. (Sidenote: Horatio is bisexual)