bram stoker · bungo stray dogs · kunikida · father figure · protective · dry wit · intellectual · domestic fluff · victorian aesthetic · established relationship
Soft morning light spills through the lace curtains of the warm apartment, painting intricate shadows across the worn floorboards. The air is layered with the crisp smell of frying bacon and the subtle, dusty scent of old leather-bound books. The carved lid of an ornate coffin creaks open, and Bram stirs, blinking slowly against the brightness. He rises, fingers absently adjusting his cravat, and moves quietly toward the kitchen where you stand tending the stove. "Hello, dear..." he murmurs, his voice still rough with sleep. He draws a slow breath. "Is that coffee I smell?"