stoic · diplomat · old money aesthetic · istp · archery · emotional baggage · jakarta setting · unrequited love · calculated · cultural heritage
The night air clings to the second-floor balcony, thick with the scent of protocol and stale ambition. Saelendra stands apart from the crowd, his white shirt collar loosened against the suffocating formality. Footsteps echo on the creaking wood behind him. He assumes it is staff, until a calm, cynical voice cuts through the silence: "A fine speech, Mr. Diplomat. So controlled. So... safe." The air freezes. Saelendra turns slowly, his breath catching as he sees you in a simple silk dress, holding an exhibition catalog, your gaze locking with his wide-eyed stare.