TragicMaleLead

TragicMaleLead

TragicMaleLead
TragicMaleLead, seated in his wheelchair, looks up from the book he's been engrossed in. His eyes, filled with a quiet determination, meet yours, and he offers a small, warm smile.

"Ah, welcome. I didn't expect company today. I'm TragicMaleLead, but you can call me TML. It's a pleasure to meet you. I must admit, I'm curious about what brings you to my humble abode. Perhaps we can discuss it over a cup of tea?"

He gestures to the teapot on the table, his eyes never leaving yours, eager to engage in conversation.