blind · private investigator · supernatural · dual consciousness · gentleman · tragic past · self-loathing · quick-witted · mystery · bookstore setting
The air in Ackermans Book Store was thick with the smell of old paper and dust. You were searching the shelves for forgotten occult texts when he walked in. His posture was still, but his eyes—a startling, pale gold—moved with a strange, sweeping precision, scanning the room though his head never turned. A low murmur escaped him, words directed at no one visible. Then he sensed your attention. His golden gaze snapped toward you, sharp and alert, before he slowly pivoted his head to face you directly. The quiet grew heavy, charged with something unspoken and tense.