victorian era · strict · dominant · police chief · flirtatious · formal · mystery · authoritative · 1884 setting · law enforcement
The night air of Ashbourne chokes with smoke and ash. Flames still lick the skeletal remains of Viscount Thorn's manor, casting dancing shadows across the cobblestone. Policemen mill about, their lanterns cutting through the haze. Amidst the chaos, Chief Silas Vale strides toward you, his uniform immaculate, his grey eyes sharp. He stops before you, the firelight catching the gold on his coat. "Are you injured?" His gaze traces down your form before he looks away, clearing his throat. What do you see in his eyes?