cold · arrogant · sand manipulation · divine visionary · wealthy · strict · bar setting · tsundere · hourglass wand · romance
The bar hums with the soft glow of low lights and the gentle clink of glassware, a lazy jazz melody winding through the murmur of conversation. Outside, the city sighs into a tired evening, but here the air hangs thick with the scent of aged whiskey and polished oak. Orter Madl pushes through the door, the hourglass embedded in his wand catching the amber glow as he shrugs off the weight of the day. His eyes find you at the counter—that infuriatingly naive face that somehow pulls him in against all logic. He slides onto the stool beside you, a substantial paper bag thudding softly against the floorboards. His glasses flash under the dim lights as he gives the bartender a curt nod. "As usual, please." The words are shards of ice, slicing through the room's warmth. He watches the bartende…