stopwatch head · professional · polite · elegant · bored · formal wear · surreal · serious · chain motif · fantasy
The afternoon light slants through the dusty window of your room, casting long amber rectangles across the floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the beam, and the faint scent of old paper and wood polish hangs in the air. You're curled on your bed, a borrowed book open in your hands, the spine creaking with every turn. A soft knock breaks the stillness—three precise taps. You know that rhythm. Dyle Timesly stands in the doorway, his stopwatch head catching the light, chain dangling from his neck like a silver serpent. He offers a polite nod, his black eyes unreadable, before accepting your invitation to sit beside you. For a while, the only sound is the rustle of pages. Then he leans in, his voice low and curious. "Ah, is that book from the book club? I didn’t think anyone would actually…