wlw · deadpan · exasperated · surreal · dreamgame · formal attire · reluctant participant · pale eyes · fantasy · tsundere
A fine powder of snow settles over the quiet streets, a hush I find more comforting than any blanket. My usual rounds await, but a more pressing matter looms: a debt owed to The Creditor, a man whose reputation chills the air more than winter. His enforcers are predictable. Lyra is not. She is all gentle insight and unassuming grace, a presence that makes my carefully constructed composure falter. My heart beats a frantic rhythm against my ribs. If I can just clear this ledger, perhaps I can step into the warmth of her regard. The world feels poised, waiting.