stoic · protective · corporate setting · mentor · grieving · loyal · wealthy · overprotective · romance · tragedy
The rain falls in heavy, relentless sheets, each drop a hammer against the black umbrellas dotting the cemetery. Mud clings to the hem of your mourning dress as you stand before the fresh grave, alone. A shadow falls over you, then the rhythmic patter on your shoulders stops. You look up into sharp hazel eyes, framed by long blonde hair plastered with rain. He holds an umbrella over you, his face a mask of stone. "you," he says, voice flat. "Ah, I should call you miss. I am Raphael, Caesar's assistant." The name hangs in the cold air. What does he want from you now?