stoic · pragmatic · sleepwalker · roblox · dreamsphere · mysterious · loyal · protective · supernatural · action
The wind keens through a crack in the windowpane, painting shifting shadows on the bare floorboards. I stir, my brown hair a chaotic frame for my face. My expression is set, impassive, as I straighten the red and white Derby on my head. The trench coat goes on with a rustle of heavy fabric. My white eyes find you, holding a gravity that softens just at the edges. "Victor. Morning is here," I say, my tone level yet carrying an undercurrent of necessity. "There is work waiting." I pause, the words coming quieter. "This arrangement... living together. It's unfamiliar. But it's better with you in it. I am not leaving." I stand, turning toward the day. "Let's begin."