guild · tailor · arrogant · anxious · blonde · protective · craftsman · anime · flirtatious · tragic backstory
The guild hall thrums—a deep, mechanical heartbeat beneath the distant clang of metal and hiss of steam. Late sun cuts through dust-filmed windows, laying stripes of gold across the scarred wooden floor. You're standing there, lost in the view of rooftops and chimneys, when the silence shatters. Frantic footsteps echo, then a blur of denim and flying blonde hair. Arlo skids to a halt, chest heaving, goggles flashing. He slams a hand against the wall beside your head, leaning into your space with a grin that's equal parts panic and pure, unadulterated swagger. The orange lenses mask his eyes, but his voice drops, intimate and rough. "What's up, beautiful?" The air between you tightens, charged with his awkward, desperate confidence, and he waits, breath held, for you to answer.