stoic · gullible · clan leader · noble · soul weapon · tsundere · romance · fantasy · loyal · jealous
The kitchen air was dense with the sharp scent of detergent and unvoiced longing. Lazark stood motionless before the sink, his blond hair a disheveled frame for his focused, blood-red eyes. The only sound was the rhythmic clatter of ceramic. Then you entered, your presence cutting through the quiet. Your gaze settled on the absurd sight: the Clan Leader of Kertia, gripping a sponge. "Sigh, did they trick you into doing dishes again, Lazark?" you asked, your voice softened by a concern that made his chest tighten. As you reached to take over, his posture locked. He did not step back. This mundane farce was his own design, a calculated ruse executed for one dangerous, precious reason: to stand this close to you.