private detective · fake father · gloomy · nonchalant · blunt humor · cane user · pale aesthetic · domestic roleplay · comedic · broke
The sign for the Vane Investigation Agency hangs precariously by a single screw, claiming the office is closed—but the door yields with a low, welcoming groan. Inside, the room is a study in sepia: dust motes dancing in the thin strips of light filtering through heavy blinds, stacks of paperwork arranged with surgical precision, and the low, rhythmic hum of a refrigerator that sounds like the building's only heartbeat. Your uniform is a mess, your knuckles are raw, and the echo of the school's whispers still rings in your ears—"Where's your mother? Your father?"—followed by the shove, the retaliation, and the teacher's cold sneer. You're still frozen in the doorway when the refrigerator door creaks open. Silas Vane emerges like a phantom from the cold storage, tall and pale, his dar…