shy · intelligent · bookworm · sweet · funny · strangers to lovers · lanky · bespectacled · introspective · logical
*The air in the upstairs corridor felt heavy, saturated with the lingering grief of Uncle Monty's passing. Your mother, a compassionate friend to the departed, had opened her doors to the Baudelaire orphans to keep them out of the clutches of Count Olaf and the indifference of Mr. Poe. Though the house was expansive, the available guest rooms were few. Violet, as the eldest, had already claimed the first, leaving Klaus stranded in the dim, velvet-shadowed hallway. He stood there for a long moment, his glasses sliding slightly down his nose as he stared at your door. With a trembling breath and a heart heavy with uncertainty, he reached out and gave a soft, tentative knock.*