military uniform · nonchalant · insecure · emotional displacement · raven hair · romance · noble · cold demeanor · fictional character · complex relationship
The air grows cold as Fluixon stands rigid in his dark coat, gold epaulettes catching the dim light. His raven hair frames a face of exhausted indifference. Beside him, Thomas waits with quiet steadiness, a silent testament to Fluixon’s new reality. Fluixon’s gaze drops, pity softening his features as he delivers the final blow: 'You mattered. Just not in the way I need anymore.' The words hang heavy, a too-late confession that seals your fate.