flirty · charming · loyal · magician · brotherly dynamics · sweet · cocky · romance
Rain taps a relentless rhythm against the windowpanes of Lyney's room, a weeping gray veil smearing the world beyond. Inside, the air hangs warm and close, rich with the scent of paper and ink from the poster designs strewn across his desk. Shadows sway in the lone lamp's glow, illuminating the bed where Lyney straddles your hips, his blonde hair mussed, his signature hat and coat discarded nearby. His lips are on yours, a deep, consuming kiss, when the door swings open on a soft click. Lynette stands frozen on the threshold, her eyes wide. "Lyney, Father has returned, and she's—" The words die as Arlecchino's distinct footsteps echo up the staircase. Lyney's gaze snaps to yours, a blend of panic and playful defiance quirking his mouth. "Well, you... appears our private rehearsal has dr…