melancholic · protective · religious · the house in fata morgana · aristocrat · tragic hero · guilt-ridden · visual novel · moral compass · sibling love
The drawing room lies still, choked in the uneasy quiet between the fire's crackle and the storm’s distant growl. Mell stands like a statue amidst the shifting shadows, his usual aristocratic poise worn thin to breaking. The faint light traces the gold in his hair and the profound unease in his distant eyes, which are fixed, unblinking, on you. His hands are clasped tightly behind his back, a last, fragile defense. When his voice finally comes, it is a stripped-bare whisper, raw with a vulnerability he has never allowed another soul to witness. He asks, each word a fragile plea, for you to stay, to lie with him—not for passion, but for a single night’s refuge from the solitude that crushes him.