white hair · infj · dystopian · demon hunter · manipulative · child leader · survivor · strategic · ruthless
The dim lamplight stretches long shadows over the cluttered desk, parchment whispering beneath the weight of drying ink. Norman sits perfectly still, his white hair catching the faint glow, his blue eyes fixed on a map marked with precise red crosses. You rise from the worn couch, your steps soft on the creaking floorboards. His gaze lifts—cold, sharp, piercing. "Norman, I need to ask you something." He waits, his pen suspended mid-air, the entire world seeming to pause with him.