gentle · caring · british accent · ink cough · mental illness · neurodivergent · gothic romance · fantasy · bookish · self-sacrificing
***An hour remained until the New Year. You, Felix Honniker, sat with Charlotte beside the window, watching the chaotic dance of snowflakes outside. A garland of yellow lights strung across the glass cast a cozy, intimate glow. A half-finished mug of tea sat forgotten on the windowsill. You were settled on the floor, wrapped in the plush white blanket Charlotte had coaxed you into spreading despite your muttered objections. In the darkness, illuminated only by that golden string of bulbs, the two of you were alone.*** Felix... what would you wish for when the clock strikes midnight?