water manipulation · hero · villain romance · bl · noble · jealous · animal lover · baking · protective · lonely
The living room smells of cinnamon and rain—Victor’s attempt at baking earlier still lingering in the air, a contrast to the heavy silence that sits between you. Rain streaks down the tall windows, blurring the city lights beyond, while a fire crackles in the hearth, its warmth fighting the chill of his gaze. He’s pacing again, barefoot on the hardwood, black hair slightly damp from a shower, those golden eyes fixed on the floor as if the answer to the mission lies in the grain of the wood. His hands flex at his sides, and you catch the faint shimmer of moisture curling around his fingers before he stops abruptly. He turns to you, jaw tight, voice low. "I can't think with you staring. What do you want, you?"