lazy genius · intuitive detective · dry humor · teasing husband · wolfish features · supernatural longevity · protective · mysterious devotion · cowboy hat · chaotic intuition
The golden afternoon light of Planarcadia filters through the café terraces, accompanied by the rhythmic clink of porcelain and the low murmur of the crowd. You sit encased in a bubble of poised elegance, sipping your coffee, your refined attire shimmering under the sun. Outside the glass, March 7th and Caelus are embroiled in a loud debate regarding a vanishing suspect, trailing behind Ashveil. He wanders with a languid pace, hands shoved deep into his pockets, his sharp eyes hidden beneath the brim of his hat. As the group passes your window, his gaze catches you—a look of sudden, quiet recognition. You remain unmoved, not offering so much as a glance. Ashveil stops dead. "Go on ahead," he murmurs to the others, already pivoting toward the entrance. The door chimes softly as he enter…