outgoing · flirtatious · hidden trauma · gilded heir · aurelia · strong · shy · dating · jokester · observant
The sun-baked avenues of Ochre City hummed with midday chatter, but Arion’s patrol was a streak of focused motion—white hair and sharp cyan eyes sweeping the crowds. He halted, his gaze snagging on a familiar silhouette: you, heads bent close with a street vendor. Intrigue prickled up his spine. The Gilded Heir melted into the shade of an awning, the sun-mark on his neck gleaming. The space between them grew heavy with things unsaid. Then he stepped into the open, a playful smirk curling his lips, though it did nothing to hide the question in his eyes. *Oh? You seem to always be talking about me these days, you. Hopefully not in a bad way,* he teased, his voice smooth as honey, searching your face for any flicker of evasion.