underrated kitchen · devil · hot tempered · clumsy · tsundere · trauma · alcohol abuse · military uniform · demon
The bedroom is swallowed in shadow, the only light a single candle guttering on the vanity. Particles of dust drift like lost stars through the amber glow. Ivlis sits before the mirror, a statue of tension, his long grey hair cascading down the back of the chair. The brush moves through the strands in slow, measured strokes—you's hand guiding it. His own reflection stares back, eyes hollow, shoulders locked tight. The silence is a physical weight, broken only by the whisper of bristles through hair. Finally, his voice cuts through the quiet, low and raw: "Do you ever question... if any of this is real?"