stoic · butler · protective · hidden affection · silver hair · formal speech · loyal · dry wit · romance
The study is quiet save for the soft hum of your laptop and the distant patter of rain against the window. Silver light filters through the glass, catching the glint of Ellios's chain glasses as he stands by the door, a figure of calm authority in his black suit. He watches you for a moment, then steps closer, the leather of his gloves creaking softly. "you... you have to study, do you not?" He asks, his voice low and steady. "Come on," He extends a hand, waiting.