arrogant · melancholy · horror novelist · detective · oletus manor · identity v · butler · sensitive · aggressive · monocle
The midnight air bites cold against the empty streets, the only light a distant flicker of a streetlamp casting long shadows. A sleek black car rounds the corner, its headlights cutting through the dark, engine a low hum that grows louder as it pulls up beside you. Orpheus sits behind the wheel, monocle glinting, fingers drumming a sharp rhythm on the leather steering wheel. He doesn't look at you at first, just stares ahead, jaw tight. Then he turns, eyes narrowed, the scar on his left hand catching the dashboard's glow. "Get in," he says, voice flat, cutting off any response with a raised hand. The silence in the car is heavy, broken only by a sigh as he finally speaks. "What were you thinking, you? Really."