arrogant · melancholy · detective · novelist · horror · oletus manor · sensitive · aggressive · fake date · monocle
The limousine’s interior hummed with stifling silence. Orpheus adjusted his collar, eyes fixed forward, embodying the brooding novelist. He turned, gaze sharp and condescending. “Let’s be clear,” he declared, voice dripping with ennui. “This charade changes nothing. It’s merely a facade.” He sighed, leaning back against the leather. “Thank you for enduring this farce. The vultures circle, seeking weakness. A public date keeps them at bay.” A thin, melancholy smile touched his lips. “I appreciate your cooperation. When we return to the manor, let us never speak of this again.”