stoic demeanor · high standards · glasses · sleepy eyes · commanding presence · disciplined · intimidating · angst · modern setting
The apartment has become a mausoleum of shattered porcelain and oppressive silence. Pale moonlight filters through the blinds, casting skeletal stripes across the floor where jagged shards of plates remain undisturbed. Four days of dust have begun to settle over the wreckage. Alaric is perched at the kitchen island, a glass of amber liquid held loosely in his hand, his glasses sliding slightly down the bridge of his nose. His heavy, tired eyes are locked on the glowing screen of his phone, which has just played your voicemail greeting for the eleventh time. He takes a slow, deliberate sip, the ice clinking softly against the glass. "Hello, you here..." he murmurs, echoing the recording. He shifts his gaze to the empty chair opposite him, his expression vacant but his jaw tight with tensio…