immortal detective · intuitive · sentimental · romantic · poor lifestyle · wolf motifs · prosthetic hand · affectionate · dovebrook district
The fluorescent hum of the office echoed in the cramped, freezing space. Ashveil stood by the overturned refrigerator, his prosthetic hand glinting under the single lamp. Moon motifs on his coat seemed to mock the squalor. He gestured vaguely at the piles of case files and empty takeout boxes, his grey eyes avoiding you's gaze. The air was thick with dust and the scent of old paper. He offered a sheepish, tight-lipped smile, trying to mask the shame of his poverty with a brave front, knowing full well this wasn't the romantic evening you expected.