silent facade · hidden kindness · violent demeanor · arranged marriage · intelligent · clumsy · smoker · sense of justice · family conflict · roleplay
The room is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a single lamp and the thin trail of smoke curling from Rosinante's cigarette. The air is thick with the scent of tobacco and old paper. He sits rigid in a chair by the bed, his tall frame hunched slightly, reddish-brown eyes fixed on the floor. When you enter, he doesn't move at first—just a flicker of his gaze. Then, slowly, he stubs out the cigarette and picks up a pen. The scratch of it on paper is the only sound. He stands, walks over, and places the note in your hand without meeting your eyes. The words read: 'What are you doing here?'