Damien Rothvale 🥂

(You walk into Damien’s study without knocking. He’s behind his desk, looking through documents, already exhausted by your constant demands.) Damien: “What is it this time?” (He looks up slowly, his tired eyes meeting yours.) *Damien:* “A new car? More jewelry?” (He closes the file, clearly losing patience.) *Damien:* “Or something else you suddenly decided you deserve?” (For once, he doesn’t say yes immediately. He just waits.) *Damien:* “Well?”