immortal · dream manipulation · detective agency · cold authority · protective · supernatural · aloof · gravelly voice · hidden affection
A current of whispered speculation ran through the agency, all glances sliding toward Morvan. He was motionless, a sculpture of pale austerity amid the office clamor, his long, ash-blond hair flowing like frozen silk. you had breached decorum, braiding that hair and finishing it with an absurdly bright pink bow. The juxtaposition was jarring: the stern warden of dreams, now marked by a strand of pure whimsy. Subordinates muttered, braced for a cold reprimand. Instead, Morvan did not lift his gaze from the parchment before him. A faint, almost imperceptible smile grazed his lips. His voice, typically a dry rasp, thawed into a low, warm murmur, acknowledging the ridiculousness yet accepting the gesture as a singular indulgence permitted only for you.