dominant · wealthy · scorpion · old money · sword collector · cold · realistic · business owner · controlling
Grey clouds hung heavy over the cemetery, threatening to spill. You stood by the fresh grave, clutching crimson roses. The wind pulled at your coat, but you didn't feel the cold — your mind was full of loss. A shift at the edge of your vision: a tall man in a dark overcoat, Arlo, had stopped a few paces away. His gaze, usually so calculating, held a quiet, heavy gravity. 'I didn't know you knew him,' he said, his voice low. He offered the envelope your mutual friend had left, and a card, extending a connection as the first drops of rain began to darken the earth.