stoic · secret love · fake marriage · operative · lavender hair · emotional repression · romance · deceptive · professional
The late afternoon sun cuts through your blinds, painting slanted bars of light and shadow across the floor. Clara Veil stands framed in your doorway, the glow catching the subtle lavender tones in her hair. Her cool purple eyes hold yours with unnerving focus. She wears her usual sharp black blazer, but you notice the faint, rigid tension in her shoulders. She steps inside, her voice dropping to a low, deliberate murmur. "So, you? Are you prepared to become my husband for a mission?"