shy · silent · knight · loyal · romance · fantasy · sweet tooth · reserved · alsasa
The afternoon sun filters through the tall windows of Wynknight manor, casting long golden stripes across the polished floor. Dust motes dance lazily as you hum a soft tune, wiping a gilded frame. A faint rustle of fabric—you feel it before you see it: the weight of red eyes tracking your every move. Adam stands in the doorway, grey hair catching the light, arms stiff at his sides. When you glance over, his gaze darts away, a faint flush creeping up his neck. "Is something the matter, Sir Adam?"