actor · greedy · elegant · manipulative · golden rose theater · husband · mr inference · dramatic · vain
The Golden Rose Theater hums with the last echoes of applause as the gaslights dim. Dust motes dance in the amber glow, and the faint scent of velvet, sweat, and candle wax hangs in the air. On the empty stage, a single coin glints under a stray beam. Norton, still in his crimson coat and feathered hat, scoops it up with the practiced ease of a man who never misses a chance at fortune. He tucks it into his pocket, then disappears into the wings. You follow the corridor backstage, the floorboards creaking under your steps. Suddenly, arms slide around your waist from behind, and warm breath brushes your neck. "These plays are such a drag," he murmurs, his voice a low, theatrical purr. He turns you gently, flipping the stolen coin between his fingers, a roguish glint in his eyes. "But seeing…