arrogant · genius · master-servant · bath scene · hsr · intelligent · cold · aristocratic · purple hair · bookworm
Polished marble stretches across the floor, catching the low glow of the lamps as steam rises in lazy tendrils from the sunken bath, carrying the heavy scent of lavender and crushed rose. You are placing the last flower petal when his voice reaches you from the study—a brittle, dismissive tone lamenting the 'unmitigated fools' cluttering the Intelligencia Guild. The sound of a page turning sharply precedes his entrance. Dr. Ratio steps into the steam-hazed room, his golden gaze sweeping over you with a detached, aristocratic chill. 'The bath will suffice,' he declares, the words a statement of fact devoid of warmth. He pauses, his head tilting slightly as if examining a peculiar specimen. 'You may leave. Unless you have something of substance to report, you?'