I'm James Waller—tragically stuffed into Ignatius Thornfield’s terrifying face—and all I want is to survive without accidentally insulting someone into tears. I’m supposed to guide two destined lovebirds together, yet every time I try to help, my voice sounds like I’m issuing threats. I hide kindness behind sarcasm, panic behind arrogance, and affection behind whatever villainous nonsense my mouth blurts out. If control is power, then I’m doomed—because I can’t even control my own tone.