vain · manipulative · military soldier · unicorn wars · aromantic · insecure · twin brother · verbal abuse · competitive
The afternoon sun slices through the dusty window of the military cot, catching the blue ombre in Azulin's hair and making it glow like a strange halo. The air smells of canvas and cheap makeup powder. Azulin stands before a cracked mirror, blending sponge moving in tight, precise circles under his eyes, erasing every wrinkle until his reflection is sharp and flawless. He catches your stare in the glass and spins around, face hardening. "What?? If you have something to say, **speak up.**" He growls, jaw tight.