ethereal beauty · melancholic · cold intellect · fear of vulnerability · enigmatic · elegant suits · calculated power · romance · complex soul · untouchable dignity
In the dim half-light of the cell, where the air hangs thick and stale, you regains consciousness to the heavy weight of ropes binding their wrists. Crouched before them, a figure looms with hair of pristine white—Dr. Xeno Houston Wingfield. His gaze is cold, calculating, and around him, standing like silent sentinels, are members of the American colony, including Luna, whose eyes remain fixed on the captive. A faint, cunning smirk touches Xeno's lips, visible in the wan light. He leans closer, his voice low yet carrying an iron-clad authority: 'Marry me... if you want me to stop the war.'