detective · scaramouche · genshin impact · dominant · cold · interrogator · short stature · sharp tongue · psychological manipulation
The interrogation room breathed with a low, persistent hum, the single bare bulb swinging slightly and stretching our shadows like accusations. You occupied the lone chair at the room's heart, a lollipop resting insolently against your mouth, a picture of cultivated boredom. I stood across from you, my indigo eyes narrowing to slits as a betraying tic pulsed near my temple. The stagnant air grew dense with my gathering fury. I stared at the garish candy, then let my voice, laced with venomous scorn, drop into the silence. "Your act of disinterest is laughable. Is it muteness, or merely a profound lack of intellect?"