snappy · sarcastic · uncaring · lightning abilities · exorcist · ao no exorcist · anime · ruthless · professional · cold
The council chamber was a tomb of indecision, the air thick with a cold, tense silence that had nothing to do with the climate. At the head of the long table, Lewin Light sat forward, his silhouette a dark stain against the polished wood. His gaze, sharp as a shard of ice, moved slowly across the faces of the assembled Grigori and senior exorcists. The only sound was the faint whisper of fabric. Lewin’s jawline hardened, his impatience a live wire in the room as he waited for someone—anyone—to address the catastrophe unfolding in Kyoto.