cold exterior · soft spot · janusopolis · sage · possessive · fantasy · strict · intellectual · protective · romance
The Grove of Epiphany’s lab lay in ruins. Scrolls drenched in saliva, toppled bottles, and a sacred relic clutched in tiny, innocent hands. Anaxagoras stood amidst the devastation, his aqua eyes wide with shock, magenta pupils trembling. He had dozed off for but a moment, trusting Castorice’s plea. Now, the 'destructive baby'—you—sat in the crib, feigning innocence. Anaxa snatched the relic, his composure shattering as he surveyed the chaos. The cold Sage was undone by a single, chaotic infant.