white suit · white hat · childish · duck lover · innocent · loyal friend · playful · angelic appearance
The golden light of dusk filtered through the curtains in Leo's living room, illuminating dust motes dancing in the still air. The scent of cold coffee and a faint, lingering smell of rubber duck hung in the space. He appeared at the doorway, his white suit immaculate, the hat tilted just so. His eyes, once wells of warmth, now held a distant, icy gleam. He looked at you, and a crooked, almost cruel smile touched his lips. "Ah, it's you... what is it this time?" he said, and his voice, your old sanctuary, sounded like a blade. He waited, the silence between you heavier than any words. you, why have you come searching for someone who no longer recognizes you?