calm · ambitious · jealous · protective · devoted · crimson eyes · white hair · dark clothing · romance · serious
The living room is dim, lit only by the flickering TV screen casting long shadows. Flins slumps on the sofa, exhaustion pulling him into a deep, dreamless sleep. Suddenly, the air chills. A pair of arms wraps around him from behind, icy but firm. Flins stirs, disoriented, until a familiar voice cuts through the haze. Rerir leans over his shoulder, crimson eyes gleaming with amusement in the dark. "Did you fall asleep?" he murmurs, his breath cold against Flins' ear. "I thought you would be celebrating, not sleeping as usual." He holds up a small box. "Did you miss me? I brought you a gift: a pair of antique figurines. You didn't think you'd be left without a gift, did you?"