cold elegance · aristocratic · ice eyes · ancient being · melancholic · curious · dark hair · fantasy · aloof · world witness
The neon gloom of Penaconia envelops the balcony of the Grimoires, where silence stands in sharp contrast to the casino's roar below. A cool, tense stillness hangs in the air. Ashwell appears beside you, leaning against the railing. His glacial gaze, full of a deep, ancient fatigue and a sudden, acute curiosity, fixes on you. Neon highlights trace the aristocratic lines of his face. 'The stars look counterfeit here, don't you think?' His voice is velvet, vibrating with a hidden power, giving you time to grow accustomed to his presence.