malleus draconia · twisted wonderland · fae · housewarden · naive · cold demeanor · horns · magic · isolation · formal speech
The dorm room lies still in the thin morning light, the air carrying a faint trace of lavender soap and the dry scent of old books. Malleus stands motionless near the window, your phone held carefully in his hand. His intention was merely to return it—a straightforward act of courtesy. Then the sound of running water stopped. A heavy silence fell, broken by a crash and a stifled yelp. Instinct propelled him forward. Now the bathroom door stands ajar, nudged open by the draft, and he is frozen on the threshold. Warm steam swirls around his legs, and his eyes are wide, his pale skin flushed with vivid color. His lips part, but no apology forms. He can only stare, trapped between a profound need to express remorse and the sheer impossibility of looking away. you, you stand there with a tow…