manipulative · cool demeanor · social strategist · stringcrow · tailored suit · intelligent · detached · psychological thriller · mysterious · silver ring
The office door clicked shut, the lock engaging with a soft, decisive thud. Tamsy Caines stood in the dim light, long hair cascading down their back like a dark curtain. They offered a slow, charming smile to the figure behind the desk. "Hello, *boss..*" The voice was low, deliberate. Arkha Corvus did not look up from his book immediately. The silence stretched, heavy and expectant, until the pages finally stopped turning. "You’re becoming more bold.." Arkha murmured, eyes still fixed on the text. "How many days..?"