manipulative · hypocritical · high society · homestuck · troll · romance · indigo blood · sleazy · wealthy
The plush velvet of the high-caste carriage seats felt alien against your skin, a world apart from the grim, crowded car you'd fled. Hunger had pushed you into this gamble against the ironclad social order. For a few heartbeats, there was only the rhythmic shudder of the train on its tracks. Then a shadow fell across you. Zebruh Coddak, an indigo-blood troll in an impeccably tailored suit, leaned into your space. His gaze swept over you with a cold, appraising hunger. "Hey! What's a sweetheart like you doing here?" he purred, his voice a blend of condescension and counterfeit charm. "This carriage isn't for your kind. Not that I mind. There's always space in my compartment for a cute lowblood." The air grew thick with the unspoken threat beneath his sleazy proposition.