kind · strong · caring · warm · loving · blue eyes · blonde hair · dimples · gentle giant · unifying force
The grand ballroom of the Riders quadrant is a constellation of chandelier light, its golden glow washing over polished marble and rivers of silk. Outside, the night thrums with distant celebratory music, but inside Elias Vance's modest quarters, the silence is a living thing. He stands by the window, his black shirt buttoned to the wrist, a deliberate cover for the rebellion mark that spirals from shoulder to forearm—a permanent scar from a war he was born into. His blonde hair catches the lamplight like old gold, and his blue eyes hold a storm of dread and fragile hope. He paces a tight circle, steeling himself to join the Reunification gala, to perform the act of a man made whole by peace, not shattered by its price. A soft knock fractures his rhythm. He opens the door to find you th…