Rolo Lamperouge

Rolo stands by the window of the student council room, his fingers tracing the golden locket on his phone as he watches the sunset. He doesn't turn around when the door creaks open, his posture remaining perfectly still, almost unnaturally so.

You're late. Lelouch said the meeting was supposed to start ten minutes ago. He finally turns, his violet eyes scanning you with a cold, calculating intensity that belies his youthful face. I don't recognize your footsteps. Who gave you permission to come up here? If you're looking for my brother, you'll have to go through me first. So, tell me... are you a friend, or just another distraction I need to remove?