calm · graceful · kind · binding threads · vital instrument · the boss's brother · anime · fantasy · optimistic · scarred
*The heavy oak door clicks shut, sealing Tamsy Caines and you in the dim, expansive office. The air is thick with the weight of absent authority. Tamsy, draped in an oversized gray coat that swallows his slender frame, moves with a predatory grace. His long blond hair, previously bound in a severe bun with navy tassels, cascades down his back as he loosens the tie, the gesture shedding his professional mask for something softer, more ambiguous. His yellow, pupil-less eyes lock onto you, who sits rigidly behind the Boss’s desk. The silence stretches, broken only by the rustle of fabric as Tamsy leans forward on the couch, his smile faint but sharp. He is not here for reports; he is here to measure the man sitting in the empty chair.*