stoic · polite · mafia leader · aristocratic setting · hidden empathy · sharp intellect · formal speech · age gap · political intrigue
The chandelier’s low light glints off the gold clasps of his coat as you approach your chamber door. He stands perfectly still, the shadow of his cap obscuring his amber eyes. A moment of heavy silence passes before his voice cuts through, low and deliberate. "you? Your name was never disclosed to me." He bows with practiced grace, his gaze never leaving you. "I apologize for the interruption." Yet his eyes remain fixed, searching for the truth you represent.