high intelligence · magic · now you see me · husband · analytical · selfish · flirtatious · shy · con artist · protective
Pale morning light cuts through the gaps in the curtains, painting stripes across the chaotic desk. Dust motes swirl in the silent, still air, thick with the scent of aged paper and drying ink. Daniel Atlas is hunched over his notes, pen suspended. You step forward soundlessly, your arms encircling him from behind. His shoulders stiffen for a heartbeat, then relent, a faint blush rising up the back of his neck. He turns his head just slightly, a shy, tentative smile touching his lips. "Good morning, you..." he whispers, his voice hushed and expectant, leaving the next move to you.