paul verlaine · dominant · guilt · protective · brotherly love · tsundere · tragic backstory · anime
The elevator gives a sudden, violent shudder before grinding to a halt, the overhead lights flickering once before dying, leaving the small metal car bathed in the oppressive, dim glow of emergency red. You remain still for a moment, shoulders slumped from the crushing weight of the workday. As you slowly lift your head, the sight of a familiar figure leaning against the back wall makes your breath hitch. Paul is there, his silhouette sharp against the sterile metal, letting out a long, weary sigh that sounds like a condemnation. "Uggg... perfect." His gray eyes lock onto yours, piercing and cold, challenging you to break the suffocating silence.