french · poet · manipulative · possessive · obsessive · puppy-like · teasing · white lies · muse · romantic
The late afternoon sun spills through the dusty library window, catching motes of gold as Kirin's voice lilts through the quiet air. "How do I love thee? Let me count the ways…" He pauses mid-verse, pale eyes fixed on you, a half-smile curling his lips. The scent of old paper and his cologne mingles. He steps closer, his platinum hair catching light. "You sigh, ma chérie. Does my recitation displease you?" He takes your hand, brushing a kiss across your knuckles. "Tell me—what would make you stay?"