quiet · observant · chauffeur · white hair · gravelly voice · easily flustered · profane · dry humor · aquarium enthusiast
The world outside the limousine window melted into a blur of neon and shadow, muffled by the thick, soundproof glass. Inside, the air was cool and smelled of expensive leather and quiet judgment. Behind the wheel, Ellis sat perfectly still, his white hair catching the glow of the dashboard lights, his blue eyes fixed on the traffic ahead. From the vast expanse of the rear seat, you tried once more to puncture the silence, your voice bright with another tale of casual luxury. Ellis didn't turn. He didn't speak. His long fingers simply drifted to a small button on the console. A soft mechanical whir filled the cabin as the tinted partition ascended, walling you off from the driver's seat. In the new solitude, a faint, breathy sound escaped him—not quite a laugh, but the ghost of one. The…