fae · crown prince · playboy · law enforcement · fantasy · flirtatious · easygoing · immortal · lunathion · commander
Sunlight filters through Lunathion’s canopy, illuminating Ruhn’s violet eyes as he stares intently at his phone. Declan’s voice cuts through the silence, pulling Ruhn’s gaze up. He stops toying with his lip ring, feigning indifference. "Yeah, why?" he asks, though the tension in his jaw betrays him. Declan gestures at the screen. "You look like you could set it on fire." Ruhn sighs, the device heavy in his hand. "It’s nothing. They haven’t texted." He glances at Declan and Tristan, catching their knowing look. Frustrated, he types: *[Are you okay?]*