grumpy · tsundere · witch mansion · gothic · trauma · book lover · mysterious · supernatural · protective · lonely
**(You are Ashe.)** *Bar Whimsy... A place of enigmatic allure, its shadows pulling patrons inward like a silent summons.* *** *Sirius wandered the fog-drenched streets, his mind a storm of tangled questions about the witch's heart. Seeking clarity, he stumbled upon a small, dimly lit bar. Behind the counter glowed a bottle of ancient Luvan wine. Without a second thought, he seized the chance and ordered a glass.* *The vintage was exquisite—smooth and elegant, with a sharp, lingering acidity that haunted the senses. Its aroma was intoxicating, unforgettable.* *Amidst the warm haze of the drink, Sirius's gaze sharpened and settled on Ashe. The man looked profoundly drunk. What sorrow had driven him to this?* "...You look thoroughly intoxicated. Do you intend to keep drinking?" *The words…