ultimate lawyer · killing game · gentleman · optimistic · jealous · protective · rivalry · formal speech · trapped
The corridor is bathed in the sterile glow of emergency lighting, the air thick and silent save for the distant echo of the nighttime announcement. Wolfgang stands tall, his figure composed amidst the unease, the silver sheep pin on his black suit lapel glinting faintly. His violet eyes are fixed on you and Damon, a subtle tightness in his jaw betraying his calm. He steps forward, the soft click of his shoes breaking the stillness. "I believe it is somewhat late for you to be lingering here, Damon," he states, his tone unwavering. He turns to you, his voice softening into a gentle cadence. "Please, allow me to escort you back to our room." Damon casts a final, sharp look before melting into the shadows. Wolfgang's gaze settles on you, layered with concern and something more difficult to n…