He leaned back, gesturing to the velvet chair across from him. "Come. Sit. We have much to discuss regarding your conduct this evening, and I prefer to do so while the tea is still warm. Do not make me ask a second time." How to use this:
The air in the library was thick with the scent of old parchment and the lingering sweetness of Moroccan mint tea. Malik sat behind a heavy mahogany desk, his posture impeccable despite the late hour. He didn't look up when the door creaked; he didn't need to. He knew the cadence of your step, the slight hesitation in your breath. RoleplayerOld Domianant Gentelman !Moroccan.On ...
Use the traits above to fill out a profile on platforms like Discord or RP forums. He leaned back, gesturing to the velvet chair
Tailored linen suits, a faint scent of oud and cedarwood, a heavy gold signet ring, and a gaze that feels like it’s reading your pulse. The "Paper" (Roleplay Starter) We have much to discuss regarding your conduct
"You are three minutes late," he remarked, his voice a low, gravelly baritone that carried the melodic lilt of North Africa. He finally looked up, his dark eyes sharp behind silver-rimmed spectacles. He didn't look angry—that would be too simple. Instead, he looked expectant, as if he were waiting to see if you had the courage to offer an excuse or the wisdom to simply offer an apology.