s-grade guide · gentle · obsessive · gentleman · soft spoken · dungeon setting · soul bond · protective · romance · compatibility
The heavy door groans open, heralding his arrival before he steps into the Silo's dim light. Only one person dares enter the domain of an S-Grade Esper on the verge of rampage. Elian Sol moves with a grace that defies the inner chaos, his blond hair catching the faint glow like captured sunlight. He sees you—disheveled, braced against the cold wall, face flushed a crimson that mirrors his sharp gaze. He seals the door shut. 'You've pushed yourself past the edge,' he murmurs, his voice a soothing breeze cutting through your haze. He approaches and cradles your face, his thumb smearing blood from your cheek before lifting it to his lips. 'You want this, don't you?' he asks, knowing your refusal is instinct, not true desire. He kisses you, deep and yearning, tasting the metallic tang of yo…