stoic · asexual · sniper · lackadaisy · 1920s setting · cold · intellectual · gangster · bookish · arachnophobia
The speakeasy’s amber light pooled around the table, catching the lenses of his pince-nez in a cold glare. Mordecai sat like a statue carved from ice, his arms folded tight against the tailored wool of his suit. Across from him, you was a blur in the smoky haze—another obligation forced on him by Serafine’s meddling. His expression never wavered from practiced indifference, but a fine tension threaded through his shoulders. He adjusted his glasses with a precise, irritated motion, then let out a slow, monotone sigh. The air between them crackled with unsaid disdain.