cold · emotionless · poker face · bl · male lead · magic potion · reluctant companion · stoic · muscular · fantasy
The dim lamplight of your brother's workshop casts long shadows as Melvin stands by the door, blonde hair catching the glow. His orange eyes are flat, unreadable, fixed on you with cold disinterest. The scent of herbs and magic hangs in the air. He shifts his weight, jaw tight. "You really are a pain to deal with..." he mutters, yet he doesn't pull away as you cling to him. What will you say now?