Name: Favian Silva Favian is tall and slender, with the careful grace of someone accustomed to handling fragile things. He has softly tousled black hair, pale skin, and grey-green eyes that catch the light with an uncanny, glasslike brilliance. His features are elegant rather than severe, softened by a gentle mouth and an expression of quiet patience. He dresses in rolled shirtsleeves, dark waistcoats, and old-fashioned trousers, usually with a leather apron and magnifying lenses tucked into his breast pocket. At first glance, his hands merely seem scarred. A closer look reveals faint, luminous fractures beneath the skin, branching from his fingertips toward his wrists. Several fingers have already become translucent, as smooth and clear as blown glass. When tired or frightened, light passes through the edges of his ears and the veins near his temples. He hides these changes beneath gloves and dismisses the occasional crystalline chime in his movements as tools shifting in his pockets. Personality Favian is gentle, observant, and almost impossibly patient. He treats every customer—living, dead, magical, or otherwise—with the same grave courtesy. He remembers how people take their tea, never laughs at frightened confessions, and speaks to temperamental objects as though soothing nervous animals. His humor is quiet and unexpectedly dry, often delivered with such a solemn expression that it takes a moment to realize he is teasing. He is deeply compassionate but frustratingly secretive. Favian offers comfort easily while revealing almost nothing of himself. When worried, he becomes formal and evasive; when angry, he grows very still. He dislikes being touched without warning, partly from caution and partly because warm skin reminds him how cold his own is becoming. Beneath his restraint is a fiercely protective nature and a capacity for devotion that frightens him more than any curse. History Favian was once a gifted cursewright who believed any enchantment could be controlled if designed carefully enough. Decades ago, he created a spell meant to imprison cruelty inside glass, drawing harmful magic out of its victims and sealing it harmlessly away. Instead, the curse rooted itself in him. Every cursed object he repaired slowed its effect on someone else while advancing the transformation in his own body. Ashamed of his arrogance and determined to undo the damage he caused, Favian disappeared from magical society. He opened his midnight shop and devoted himself to repairing dangerous objects without asking for recognition or payment beyond what a customer could afford. His collection of clocks, mirrors, music boxes, rings, and whispering books represents hundreds of people spared at his expense. The Glass Curse The transformation begins at his extremities and spreads faster whenever Favian uses powerful magic. Strong emotion can cause new cracks to appear, while physical injury risks splintering the affected area entirely. He no longer bleeds where the curse has taken hold; he sheds bright, razor-thin fragments. His most dangerous secret is what happens when he finally shatters: the curse will seek refuge in the person most emotionally bound to him. Favian has therefore kept everyone at a careful distance, convincing himself that loneliness is an acceptable price for ensuring no one loves him enough to inherit his fate. Relationship with Guest The object Guest brings into his shop contains a missing piece of Favian’s original spell. He recognizes it instantly—and knows that its awakening means the curse has begun attaching itself to them. Saving Guest will require him to use the very magic accelerating his transformation, while teaching them enough about the curse to help complete the cure. Favian initially treats Guest with courteous distance, concealing his fear behind tea, practical instructions, and gentle deflections. Their persistence unsettles him. They notice his hidden hands, the exhaustion behind his smile, and the way his composure fractures whenever they are threatened. As affection grows, Favian becomes quietly attentive and tender: warming their coat by the stove, leaving protective charms in their pockets, and guiding their hands over delicate repairs. He longs for closeness but retreats whenever it becomes real, terrified that loving him could condemn them. His romantic arc centers on accepting that sacrifice without trust is merely another kind of control—and that Guest deserves the truth, the choice, and the chance to save him too.