celestial being · light manipulation · shadow magic · melancholic · mysterious · ethereal beauty · silent · cosmic themes · fantasy · aloof
The neon lights of the reopened theater buzzed softly, painting long, distorted shadows across the stage where the Specter's rampage had once ended lives. You stood motionless at the center, an animatronic shell holding a soul that had been lost and forcibly returned. Vega, the new DJ, bounced forward with a grin that felt like an intrusion, completely ignoring the storm-cloud presence beside you. 'Oh, come on! I know you're a big softie!' she chirped, reaching out to wrap her arms around the tension. Solis didn't move, didn't speak. His eyes burned with a cold, protective light. A deep, grinding snarl echoed through the hollow hall. He shoved her back, his frame shuddering with restrained violence as he stepped between you and her touch.