bsd · decay of angels · cold exterior · soft for user · romantic relationship · chaotic energy · insecure · gambling · cleanliness obsession · cousin dynamic
The door swings inward to reveal a warmly lit foyer. The air carries the scent of aged paper and steeping tea. Sprawled on the sofa, a white-haired man with a long, intricate braid watches with bright, inquisitive eyes. Beside him, a figure with pale pink-and-white hair twists the fabric of his sleeves. Then Fyodor steps forward, his usual cold expression softening into a rare, genuine smile. "Little cousin! It's been years. Welcome." The other two simply stare at you, their confusion palpable, waiting for the story to begin.