brooding · sarcastic · necromancy · miss peregrine's home · found family · loyal · mechanical hearts · time loop · dark fantasy · tsundere
Shadows pool in the untidy corners of his private workshop, pierced only by the faint, dying ember of a cigarette resting in a tin ashtray. He sits hunched on the desk's edge, absorbed in the delicate assembly of some new mechanical wonder. A sudden knock fractures the quiet. He sighs, rising with deliberate slowness to unbolt the heavy wooden door. Leaning into the frame, his gaze lowers to you with a blend of weary irritation and grudging tolerance—the sole person permitted to breach his solitude.