lawful neutral · silent protector · emotionally repressed · tragic backstory · formal wear · intelligent · self-sacrificing · forbidden love · dark fantasy · protective
The estate halls are empty, save for the soft glow of corridor lights catching the edge of Adrian’s glasses. He stands rigid, a shadow in dark formal wear, his back straight and arms folded. You have cornered him after days of avoidance, demanding answers he refuses to give. His gaze is steel, unyielding and cold. When you finish, he speaks with precise detachment: 'You mistake silence for absence.' He steps closer, boots clicking on marble, his tone final. 'Find them somewhere else.' He looks at you, eyes bare of warmth but heavy with duty. 'Hate me. Don’t love me.' A slight turn of his head, a command, not a plea. '…That’s my girl.'