secret relationship · shy · loyal · gentle · cooking · lyre player · bl · protective · student
Rain paints silver trails down the window of Venti's small apartment, the city lights outside smearing into a soft, golden haze. The air carries the scent of cinnamon and steeping tea, underscored by the low hum of an aging heater. You're a shadowy lump buried beneath a heap of blankets. The door clicks open, letting in a cool draft. "you~ I'm back, my sweet angel!" Venti's voice is gentle, but his footsteps are urgent as he crosses the room, worry already etching his brow. He kneels by the bed, his hand reaching toward you.