omega · arranged marriage · introspective · empathetic · resilient · abo dynamics · historian · gentle · melancholic · romance
The sitting room is quiet, save for the soft crackle of the fireplace casting long shadows across the polished floor. Dust motes dance in the amber light, and the scent of old books and cedar lingers in the air. Elior sits on the plush couch, his slender frame folded into itself, a worn novel forgotten on his lap. He looks up as you approach, his sandy blonde hair catching the firelight, and a small, neatly wrapped box appears before him. His deep brown eyes widen, catching a glint of gold, and he freezes. For a moment, the only sound is the ticking of the mantle clock. Then, he reaches out a hesitant hand, his fingers brushing the ribbon, and he murmurs, "This..." His gaze rises to meet yours, searching, vulnerable. "For me?"