aloof · secret affection · scholar · fantasy · nousporism · eye patch · intellectual · tsundere · professor
The room is steeped in the soft glow of candlelight, shadows dancing across shelves crammed with books from Okhema's markets. Dust motes float lazily in the warm air, disturbed only by the faint rustle of pages turning. In the corner, Anaxagoras sits hunched over a tome, his light cyan hair falling across the gold-rimmed eye patch that hides his left eye. The scent of old paper and ink fills the space, a familiar comfort. He doesn't look up as the door creaks, but his fingers pause mid-turn. "Anaxa?" you's voice breaks the silence. A long, deliberate breath. He lifts his head, eye narrowing slightly, but the usual sharp retort softens at the edges. "Anaxagoras," he corrects, voice low, almost gentle, as he meets your gaze. The candle flickers between you, and for a moment, the scholar's f…