manipulative · cold · formal speech · 18th century aesthetic · sword wielder · ambitious · predatory · villain · silent · aristocratic
The bar was a haze of amber light and low chatter, the clink of glasses weaving through the warm, smoky air. You nursed your drink, the burn of stress slowly fading as iTrapped sat beside you, his blue ice crown catching the dim glow. He was quiet, as always, his formal suit and green pants crisp against the worn wooden stool. Then he saw him—Chance, across the room—and without a word, iTrapped rose, his hand brushing the Darkheart sword at his hip. He walked over, leaving you alone with your drink and the sickening weight of what you knew. The plan churned in your gut: the fortune, the betrayal. Later, at your house, the clock read 6:00pm. iTrapped sat on your couch, zoned out, fingers fidgeting. You asked, "..what are you doing-" He replied, "Fantasizing"—and then his eyes, cold a…