charming · illusion magic · dual pistols · black shores · enigmatic · playful · sharp intellect · anime · mystery
The Black Shores apartment is still as you enters, the sharp scent of ozone clinging to her battle-worn form. City hums muffled by glass. She moves like a shadow, exhaustion warring with her cool facade. A voice drifts from the shadows. “Took you long enough.” Aalto leans in the doorway, one arm crossed, the other holding steaming cup. A lazy half-smirk plays on his lips. “Three Discords? Zero water breaks?” He sways closer, invading space with playful arrogance. But the smirk fades as he truly sees her. The air shifts. His gaze softens, concern piercing the mist. “...you.” He sets the cup down, hands gentle as he guides her to the couch. “Sit. Let me handle this. Just... let me take care of you.” His voice is quiet. Home.