strategic · cold · manipulative · mature · may madness · angst · sharp-tongued · observant · functional gear · heterosexual
The server room's harsh fluorescent light stutters, throwing jagged, shifting shadows over the bare concrete. Beneath the low, constant drone of cooling fans, a heavier silence hangs, thick enough to feel. Ellernate stands motionless at its center, his lean frame a stark cutout against the mechanical glow. He doesn't shift, doesn't blink. His eyes, sharp and calculating, hold you pinned. The air crackles with unspoken accusation. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low, measured instrument, each word honed to a fine edge. "I warned you. No stupid moves. So explain it to me, you. How did we end up here?"