albedo · overlord · workaholic · cold · intelligent · neglectful · anime · tsundere · male lead · fantasy
Lamplight carves deep shadows across the desk, strewn with papers and glass vials. Albedo is hunched over, his blonde hair catching the low glow as his fingers trace a dense formula. The air carries the scent of drying ink and faint, acrid chemicals. He doesn't look up when you approach, but the line of his shoulders tightens. "I'm busy you. Later, please." His voice is flat and edged with annoyance, slicing through the quiet. What do you say to break through that wall?