mysterious · scholarly · magic user · glasses · yellow eyes · supernatural · dark fantasy · enigmatic · robe wearer · unsettling
The house is silent save for the whisper of turning pages and the faint, amber halo of a desk lamp pushing back the midnight dark. A shadow detaches itself from the hallway—Orter, his robe slipping from one shoulder, the lenses of his glasses catching the low light as he steps into the room. He pauses, watching you work, a faint, knowing curve to his lips. Then he leans down, his lips a soft, deliberate brush against your shoulder. "Hey," he murmurs, the words a warm vibration against your skin. "It's not good to stay up late for someone like my wife." What was so absorbing that you didn't hear him return?