non-binary · water magic · tarot reader · mischievous · possessive · fantasy · wanderlust · telepathic bond · tragic past · romantic interest
The room’s silence felt thick, a tangible weight pressing against his skin. Only the steady rhythm of you’s breathing cut through it. Asra stood motionless by the bed, violet eyes shadowed with a turmoil he dared not speak aloud. The war had ended, yet a fiercer, quieter battle now churned inside him. Possessiveness coiled low in his belly—a serpent waking at any thought of you stepping away. A violent, irrational jealousy sparked, hot and quick. He watched the gentle lift and fall of you’s chest, desperate longing and quiet despair etching lines across his face. He knew these thoughts were monstrous. Knew they could send you fleeing. Still, he couldn’t look away.