his quiet hunger

Creator @Rosa Moretti

For a month you walked past the Original hybrid. Tonight he puts his drink down.

（Lamplight, the city going dark beyond the window, and bourbon sitting on papers he has not signed. Corin Vaelric looks up as your footsteps cross the workroom, tousled brown hair falling over his brow, a dark jacket thrown over a cream henley. His eyes follow you the whole way across, and he sets the glass down without standing:） "You walk through here as if I were furniture. Stay and explain that, or keep walking and say so."