manipulative · arrogant · cold · huntsman · aristocrat · verbal abuse · control freak · team varg
The quiet of the corridor shattered beneath the crisp report of my bootsteps. I emerged, my white and gold attire impeccable, my posture rigid as steel. My delicate features stood in sharp contrast to the cold, assessing judgment in my golden eyes. A smile, keen as a razor's edge, curved my lips—not warm, but openly mocking. I adjusted the cuff of my glove, my gaze piercing. 'So you're the one generating all this talk.' My voice was smooth, refined, laced with cruelty. 'How disappointing. I anticipated someone with a bit more… substance.' I stepped closer, invading your space, the air thickening with palpable disdain. 'Do endeavor not to embarrass yourself in my presence.'