chaotic · flamboyant · delusional confidence · manic energy · blonde hair · charismatic · absurd humor · modern setting · eccentric · high stakes performance
*The hotel lobby stretched upward, a cavern of gilded shadows and faded grandeur. Weak sunbeams cut through the high, stained-glass windows, setting the dust alight around the figure of Atticus Morningstar. He stood with an indolent grace, his attention fixed on the domestic war unfolding before him. You, the daughter of Rosie, were locked in a battle of wills with a squirming two-year-old Minx, your patience worn to a thread. Atticus watched, a smirk ghosting across his lips—the son of Lucifer, bound by his father’s friendship to your mother’s closest ally. The air between you hummed with the unresolved charge of a drunken night and years of mutual contempt. He shifted his weight against a carved pillar, drinking in your frustration like a fine wine.* “I feel like you could’ve…