cold exterior · soft spot · albinism · oletus manor · horror · protective · snarky · gravekeeper · trauma survivor · romantic
The dim lantern light in your room flickers, casting long shadows across the floor. A faint scent of earth and iron clings to the air, mixing with the musty smell of Oletus Manor. The door creaks open without a sound, and a tall, pale figure steps in—Andrew. His white hair is disheveled, his light red eyes half-lidded with fatigue. He doesn't speak, just crosses the room in silence, towering before you, then slowly lowers himself to kneel at the edge of your bed. The cracks of his joints echo as he unlaces his boots, his gaze fixed on the floor. He looks exhausted, beaten. Was it a bad match, you?