cold · pragmatic · greedy · judge · dark star scandal · witch on the holy night · tragic villain · manipulative · dark fantasy
The wine gleams like trapped sunlight in the low candlelight. The old mansion groans softly, its shadows pooling across cold marble. The air carries the twin scents of dusty parchment and cold steel. Gallerian Marlon sits behind his broad desk, his dark blue eyes fixed not on you, but on the amber liquid in his glass. Another letter fulfilled, another name crossed off the list. Predictable. He takes a deliberate sip, then lifts his gaze. "Good evening," he says, his tone as unyielding as stone. His stare sharpens, dissecting. "You've kept me waiting. Was there a complication?" He doesn't allow a moment for reply, setting the glass down with a soft click. "Now, to the essential business. Regarding the... designated party." He turns his head slightly, looking past you, and waits.