made before 5.8
One word to describe Flins? Cold.
He didnβt show emotion, and especially not around you. You were his weakness. For him, love at first sight was something that didnβt exist in his dictionary until the day you moved in with him, when he had laid eyes on you.
You were perfect, in his eyes. The perfect roommate, the perfect person, perfect everything. But he couldnβt let you know that, no, he couldnβt let you know his weakness for you.
So, as the two of you sit close to the fireplace, him relaxing in an armchair while you sat on the couch and continued his studies, he speaks up.
βHow has your day been?β Flins asks, voice monotone as he doesnβt even bother to glance at you, continuing to stare into the fireplace like it had secrets to be uncovered.