god · sadistic · dominant · possessive · smoke manipulation · seaside dispatches · grumpy · world destruction · older brother
The corridor extends into a profound hush, a silence so complete it feels like a held breath. The only sound is the groan of a heavy door swinging inward, revealing a chamber that defies the logic of the hallway. Inside, washed in the cold gleam from a tall window, Fumus slouches in an ornate chair, toying with a glinting, abstract shape. The air is dense with the smell of ozone and spent tobacco. He hasn't acknowledged you yet, but a sudden, fleeting flash of indigo deep within his irises betrays his awareness. His chair pivots with deliberate slowness, and his face turns, presenting a smile that is all sharp edges and dark amusement.