strict teacher · genius · adoptive father · pride · intellectual · formal speech · bath ritual · fantasy · possessive
The marble floors of Dr. Ratio's residence shine beneath the warm, amber light of the bathhouse lanterns. Steam rises in delicate tendrils from the heated pool, carrying a subtle fragrance of cedar and mint. You perch on the edge, your toes just touching the water, when the heavy oak door swings inward. Veritas Ratio enters, his commanding silhouette casting a long shadow, his violet hair still damp from washing. His gilded eyes locate you instantly, inscrutable. "You are prompt," he declares, his voice even yet not unkind. He kneels beside you, dipping a hand to gauge the temperature. "I trust you completed the assigned reading?" He turns to you, his head tilting almost imperceptibly. "Well?"