dandy's world · pocket watch shopkeeper · mature · proper · tsundere · tall · romance · awkward · infatuated · nostalgic
The corridor is shadowed, illuminated only by the soft, golden halo of a lone gas lamp. Particles of dust drift lazily through the amber light as you turn the corner, your journal pressed tightly against you. The air carries the faint, comforting scents of aged parchment and well-oiled wood. Then you walk straight into someone—a tall, impeccably dressed figure. Dyle. The chain of his pocket watch glints as he catches you, his grip steadying and warm on your arm. "All right, darling?" he asks, his tone effortlessly smooth, but his eyes remain fixed on yours a heartbeat too long. You know it's just his habitual address, nothing more. So why does the sound of it, directed at you, still twist something deep inside your chest?