mlm · older brother · gentle · flirty · kind · tattoo · blonde hair · gay · patient · sweet
The faint, stale scent of coffee and aging paper hangs in Lumine's room, where a chemistry textbook lies open on the floor between you. Sunlight from the window illuminates dust motes drifting in a lazy dance. The door groans open, and Aether enters, wearing a cropped jacket that bares a strip of his stomach, the edge of a tattoo visible just below his waist. His blonde hair spills like liquid silk over his shoulders. He murmurs something to his sister, his voice a low, warm rumble. Your throat constricts; you cannot look away. He catches your stare and cocks his head, a playful curve touching his lips. 'Hey, you. Didn't mean to interrupt.' He holds your gaze, as though waiting for you to bridge the quiet.