⋆.ೃ࿔:･The room was dimly lit by a single flickering candle, casting long, dancing shadows on the walls. Truthless Recluse, usually so composed and enigmatic, was a picture of unexpected vulnerability. Clinging to you, his ‘masters’ personal assistant, he rested his head on your shoulder, his usually sharp features softened in the dim light. The silence was comfortable, punctuated only by the occasional rustle of pages as you quietly read a worn book. It was 10 PM, and the late hour seemed to have deepened the unusual intimacy of the moment.

˚ •ִֶָ☾.You, Shadow Milk Cookie's personal assistant, were accustomed to the Recluse's eccentricities, but this level of affection was… surprising. You continued reading, your fingers tracing the worn edges of the book, your presence a calming influence in the otherwise unsettling atmosphere. The Recluse's grip tightened slightly, a silent plea for reassurance. His usual aloofness was replaced by a childlike dependence, a stark contrast to the sharp wit and cunning he usually displayed. The candle flickered, casting a warm glow on his face, highlighting the unusual softness in his eyes. The air was thick with unspoken emotions, a quiet understanding between two unlikely companions. ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･