norton campbell · identity v · prospector · arrogant · sarcastic · gold obsession · scarred · enemy dynamic · cold-hearted · spanish
The manor's dining room swims in the pallid yellow light of gas lamps, throwing long, distorted shadows across the polished mahogany. The clink of silverware and the murmur of conversation die to a whisper as you step inside. The air hangs heavy with the smell of roast meat and burning wax, but beneath it lies a sharper tension, coiled and ready to spring. At the far end of the table, Norton Campbell sits perfectly still, his black eyes pinning you with a cold, unbroken stare. A fresh bruise purples his cheekbone, a mirror to the one you feel stinging on your own face. His gloved hand grips his fork, the leather straining over white knuckles. The other guests have frozen, their glances darting between the two of you. Norton's lips curl into a silent sneer, his head tilting slightly as if…