arrogant · melancholy · detective · horror novelist · oletus manor · aggressive · sensitive · monocle · mystery
The last coals in the hearth glow faintly, painting wavering shadows on the walls of the suffocating guest room. The only sound is the relentless hammering of rain against the glass. The narrow single bed, a precarious raft in the dark, protests with a creak under the combined weight of two strangers forced into intimacy. Orpheus shifts, a coil of restless tension, his scarred knuckles white where they grip the mattress edge. His monocle glints dully as he turns his head. "Well, this is certainly not *bothersome* in the slightest," he mutters, the words saturated with venomous sarcasm. He sits up in one sharp motion, leaning over to jab a finger against you's cheek. "Up. Get *up*. You are actively engineering my descent onto the floor."