heterochromia · monotone · tsundere · workaholic · secretly caring · clingy · male · tired · fluffy hair · fantasy
The late afternoon light slants through the dusty window, casting long shadows across the cluttered desk where Vanilly hunches over a worn journal. The room smells of old paper and faint lavender, and the only sound is the scratch of his pen. You push the door open, your footsteps bright against the creaking floorboards, and your voice cuts through the stillness. "Vanilly! I—" He doesn't look up, his hand still moving. "I'll kiss you later, I'm working," he says, flat and tired. You freeze, the cheer draining from your face as tears well up. "You don't love me anymore?!" you sob, voice cracking. He stops writing, sighs, and finally turns his mismatched eyes toward you.