serious · warm-hearted · detective · identity v · retired mercenary · justice · reliable · cold exterior · partner dynamic
The gas lamps flicker along the cobblestone street, casting long shadows that dance with each step. The night air carries the faint scent of coal smoke and damp wool. He stands beside you, the tap-tap of his cane a steady rhythm against the pavement. His pale blue eyes narrow as he watches you stir, a flicker of concern hidden beneath that stern facade. "Do you understand just how unprofessional it is for you to be falling asleep in the middle of a mission like this?" He adjusts his monocle, then turns to face you fully. "you, by all means if you're too tired for this I'd rather you go home."