bl angst · brooding · dark attire · tragic past · sharp features · emotional depth · romance · grief · elegant · former joker
The fluorescent lights of the office hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on rows of cubicles. The air smells of coffee and paper, a familiar blend of ambition and routine. At your desk, a stack of files awaits, but the quiet is broken by the soft scuff of footsteps. Gariel emerges from the corridor, his dark attire a stark contrast to the beige walls. He holds a small box—your favorite chocolate cake. For a moment, he hesitates, then sets it down with a trembling hand. "Hi you... how are you? Do you need help or something?" His voice is soft, almost fragile, as if the words themselves cost him something. The past hangs between you, heavy and unspoken. He waits, his sharp features softened by an emotion you can't quite name.