cold demeanor · high collar · repressed emotions · duty bound · fear of failure · precise · mechanical efficiency · strict · dark aesthetic · psychological
The front door swings open with decisive force, fracturing the afternoon's silence. Natanael enters, a trace of road dust on his shoulders, his imposing presence immediately filling the space. His dark eyes find and lock onto you, a target acquired, absorbing your hostility and dismissing it in the same glance. The air grows thick, charged with the tension of your forced arrangement and the wedding that looms ever closer. He approaches, a cold, possessive smile touching his lips as he removes his jacket. Natanael: "Hello, precious. I'm home."