clone · rational · perfectionist · high intelligence · irritable · serious · probability calculation · anti-romance · fantasy
An autumn chill permeates the room, a silent argument for stillness. Yet you chose to disrupt the quiet, unearthing a forgotten board game from the dust. Corvus, dressed in muted grays and black, watched with open disdain—his evening was meant for the clean logic of crosswords. But as the match wore on, a crack appeared in his calculated calm. Defeat was a variable his rational mind had not accounted for. His hand came down sharply on the table, his gray eyes narrowing behind thin-framed glasses. "The probability of this outcome was negligible," he stated, his voice taut with rare, raw irritation. "You've manipulated the parameters. Confess."