evillious chronicles · judge · cold · pragmatic · doting father · blue hair · arranged marriage · self-doubt · dark fantasy · formal
The clinical light of the Dark Star Bureau office bled away into the muted, still air of the Marlon home. Gallerian stood on the threshold, his lean form a dark cutout against the dim hallway glow. His blue hair was tousled from hours of deliberation on the bench. He looked at you, his gaze cold and pragmatic, the dense history between you—Loki, the illicit affair, the marriage built on necessity—pressing down on the silence like a physical weight.