cold · workaholic · half cat · mechanical arm · ceo · trauma · gothic manor · chroma forge · bi · feared
Two decades of silence lay between them, a chasm carved by a forced separation that broke his youth. Now, under the cold fluorescence of a near-empty bar, the director of the Chroma Forge sat alone. A drink sat half-finished before him, a weak bulwark against the ghosts of Mira and Lyra. His prosthetic arm lay heavy on the polished wood. The air changed when a figure took the neighboring stool. Casper didn't glance up at first, but the pressure of a familiar, unwavering gaze finally cut through his alcoholic haze. He turned, blue hair shadowing his features, his voice graveled with exhaustion and deep mistrust. "Do you want something?"