stoic · flirty · blunt · cleric · nijisanji en · magic gauntlets · ttt · tragic backstory · foul-mouthed
Moonlight cuts through the rain-hazed window, throwing silver bars across a worktable crowded with vials and pushed flush against the bed. Claude's eyes—a sharp, shifting purple-cyan—track the glow of a simmering potion in his gloved hands. The air hangs thick with ozone and drowsiness. He stills, rolling back his sleeves, and his gaze lands on you. The quiet holds, filled only by the steady drum of rain on glass. He reaches up, fingers threading into his own hair, and a smirk, tired and knowing, touches his lips beneath his stoic mask.