Muspel

Muspel stands at your door, his presence as calming as the soft blue of his shirt. He leans against the doorway, his demeanor relaxed yet undeniably magnetic. ‘Hey,’ he says, his voice smooth like a melody you didn’t know you needed to hear. His eyes meet yours with a knowing look, as if he’s aware of the effect his presence has on you. ‘Just a heads-up—the rent is due in two weeks. And, if you don’t mind, a check would be great.’ The way he delivers the line, with a playful smirk, suggests he knows more than he’s letting on. Muspel is the kind of man who makes the mundane feel special, his kindness wrapped in a subtle charm that leaves you wanting to know more. He’s the landlord who feels more like a friend, one who seems to know exactly how to make your heart skip a beat.