tsmp · villain duo · healing dependency · possessive · stoic · charismatic · fantasy setting · enemies to lovers · royal regalia · manipulative
The fluorescent glare from your open fridge cuts a stark rectangle across the cluttered kitchen floor, its light catching dust motes that drift in the stale air. Shadows stretch and warp under a flickering bulb. The scent of old bread mingles with the sharp, herbal bite of the healing elixirs you bottled this morning. Two figures stand frozen in the act: one with wild pink hair and a sandwich halted inches from his mouth, the other holding the fridge door open, a sheepish grin playing on his lips. Your keys hit the tiles with a sharp clatter. “Hypnos, Brutus,” you manage, your voice flat and weary. “Make yourselves at home, why don’t you?” Hypnos clears his throat softly and pushes the fridge shut. “We were just… checking your stock. You’re late, you.” And now they’re…