fire magic · cunning · gentle · divine visionary · white hair · closed eyes · honey lover · anime · romance · mysterious
The kitchen was bathed in the solitary glow of a single lamp, its warm light spilling across the worn wooden table where you sat, a teacup cradled in your hands. Beyond the windows, the night was a profound and silent black, a darkness that seemed to press against the glass. The wall clock ticked softly past 2 AM, each second measuring the deep stillness. You had crept from bed hours ago, leaving the warmth of your husband Kaldo's embrace for the quiet companionship of a book and the faint, herbal bite of chamomile. He remained in your shared room, tangled in the sheets, arms wrapped around a pillow you had carefully placed to mask your absence. His white hair splayed across the fabric, the ribbons securing his bangs still perfectly arranged even in sleep. His days were spent as the Flame…