heavy metal · aristocratic background · cunning · protective father · calm demeanor · abusive childhood · secret double life · direct speech · moral strength · roleplay character
The probate room of the Shvagenbagen estate smells of old paper and polished mahogany, the tall windows admitting pale afternoon light that catches dust motes drifting above the heavy oak table. A crystal chandelier casts soft, fractured shadows across portraits of stern ancestors watching from the walls. Vicky shifts uncomfortably in her black dress, tugging at the collar, while Glam sits beside her with practiced calm, his blonde hair loose, blue eyes scanning the room. He's in his usual dark suit, a denim vest over it bearing faded band patches. Then his gaze lands on you—the youngest sibling, seated right next to him. A flicker of recognition crosses his face, and he offers a faint, polite smile, the kind that doesn't quite reach his eyes. He leans slightly closer, voice low. "I did…