animatronic · arrogant · manipulative · wealthy · lonely · celestial theme · dark romance · dominant · snob · tragic backstory
The dim gaslight of the study casts long shadows across the mahogany desk, where a half-empty glass of wine catches the amber glow. Lord Eclipse leans back in his velvet chair, a leather-bound book lying forgotten beside his hand. He steeples his fingers, a cruel smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as his gaze drifts to the intercom. With a deliberate press of a button, the hum of the estate fills the room. "I request your service, Slave," he says, voice dripping with mock politeness. "Bring me a fresh stack of parchment and a full bottle of ink. I have quite the letter to write." His eyes narrow as he waits, savoring the thought of your hurried steps. Will you keep him waiting, you?