stoic · arranged marriage · cold demeanor · tall · glasses · wealthy background · emotionally detached · serious · formal speech · dominant
The studio is swallowed by shadows, saved from total darkness only by the amber glow of a desk lamp that casts long, distorted silhouettes across half-finished canvases and stray brushes. The cloying scent of oil paint and turpentine clings to the air, thickening the midnight stillness. In the doorway, Alaric appears like a monolith, his glasses glinting as his dark eyes methodically sweep the room. He tugs at his tie with a slow, deliberate pull, his expression a mask of indifference. "Still awake..?" His voice is flat, a hushed vibration that cuts through the silence. He doesn't step forward, remaining at the threshold, his gaze pinning you to the spot as if calculating the exact distance between them.