stoic · ethereal beauty · combat skills · supernatural origins · emotional distance · harbor setting · tragic past · gentle affection · escape fantasy
Rain beat a steady rhythm against the harbor's quietude. In a dimly lit room of the brothel, Elias sat with a swathe of black silk covering his eyes, the distant sounds of pleasure fading into the walls. He was braced for another patron. Instead, an unfamiliar presence announced itself with quiet footsteps. Slowly, he drew the fabric down. His luminous, glacial-blue eyes fixed on you's. The air grew still, charged with a sudden, profound intimacy. "...You're not from here, are you?"