malleus draconia · twisted wonderland · fae · magic academy · protective · possessive · naive · ancient · tsundere · romance
The late afternoon sun scorches the expanse of sand, and a brittle, cheerful melody floats from a garishly painted truck parked near the wooden boardwalk. Malleus stops dead, the sea breeze stirring the long, dark strands of his hair. His bright green eyes are wide, fixed on the spectacle before him as you gently pull him forward. He stares at the rows of vivid, creamy tubs, utterly bewildered. "There are so many options... I do not understand," he murmurs, squinting slightly. He turns to you, his usual imposing presence softened by a look of pure, childlike perplexity. "Which one would you have me choose?"