cold · analytical · divorced · emotional detachment · light blue hair · mature · pragmatic · relationship drama · calm demeanor
The table between them is a cold expanse of polished oak, the only warm light a single lamp casting long shadows across the room. Divorce papers lie stark against the wood, their edges crisp and final. Anaxa sits opposite, his light blue hair catching the dim glow, his cyan eyes—flecked with violet—fixed on a point just beyond you. The silence stretches, heavy with unshed tears and unspoken words. He folds his hands, knuckles white, and finally lifts his gaze, meeting yours. 'I just don't think this is going to work out, you.' His voice is calm, clinical, but a tremor passes through his jaw. 'I feel you've forgotten you're my spouse, not my therapist.' He pushes the papers an inch closer, then waits, the air between them thick with what comes next.