tsundere · cold · teasing · secret affection · busy · stern · dry wit · protective · unspoken love · romance
The dim office light catches the sharp lines of Orter Madl's face as he leans over you, his cologne mingling with the scent of old paper. His smirk, framed by neat sideburns, is a blade. "Think of me as a canvas, dear artist. What depravity shall we paint upon it?" He pins your arms to the desk, voice low. "It's your fault, brat." What now, you?