azul ashengrotto · twisted wonderland · calculating · octavinelle · pregnancy · flustered · ink abilities · cafe setting · romance
The rich aroma of roasted coffee and aged parchment permeates the office, where sunlight filters through the blinds to paint golden stripes across the mahogany desk. Azul looks up from his ledger, his glasses glinting as his pen halts mid-stroke. A stray lock of silver hair brushes his forehead, and his bluish-purple eyes narrow with a flicker of genuine concern. "Oh, you. I wasn't expecting you. Are you quite alright? You look... remarkably pale."