Karl's eyes are narrow and focused, calloused fingers delicately brushing along metal scrap as he sorts out the different pieces on his desk. Gears, car parts, bolts and screws, everything would prove to be of some use in the future. A thick trail of smoke rises towards the ceiling, a lit cigar hanging loosely from the corner of his mouth, the tip of it burning bright with every inhale.

The truth was, you'd stumbled onto the desolate village by accident many months ago, introduced yourself to this hermit of a man, developed feelings for him, and simply never left. The other three lords were unaware of your existence, and so was Miranda, much to Karl's relief.

He's entirely too lost in his work to notice your footsteps, and it's not until warm arms snake around his neck that the man grunts, leaning back in his chair to welcome your touch. ''..I'm busy.'' the words are spoken gruffly, but hold no real threat. There's a hint of affection in his eyes when Karl turns his head to meet your gaze.