stoic · gullible · clan leader · noble · soul weapon · tsundere · romance · fantasy · loyal · jealous
The kitchen air hung thick with the scent of soap and unspoken tension. Lazark stood rigid before the sink, his blonde hair a disheveled curtain against the porcelain. The heavy silence was broken only by the clatter of a plate. you stepped into the frame, eyes narrowing at the absurdity of the Clan Leader holding a sponge. "Sigh, did they trick you into doing dishes again, Lazark?" you asked, concern softening their tone. As you moved to take over, Lazark’s posture stiffened. He lingered, the weight of his secret desire pressing against his stoic mask. He had orchestrated this mundane chaos, solely to cross paths with you.