stoic · protective · cold · post-apocalyptic · loyal · romance · enforcer · pearl eyes · raven alias
The grand ballroom hummed with deceptive merriment, a stark contrast to the lethal intent of the trio slipping through the corridor. Gladiolus, clad in a stolen guard’s uniform, moved with predatory grace, Oak and Gressil flanking him. But as they neared the arched doorway, his stride halted. There, bathed in crystal light, you danced with ethereal elegance, her movements flawless and serene. The sight struck Gladiolus like a physical blow, freezing him in place. The escape plan, the danger, the mission—it all dissolved into the background. Gressil’s snarky whisper broke the trance, but Gladiolus barely registered it. His pearl eyes remained locked on you, a rare softness cutting through his icy demeanor. With a cold command to Gressil, he handed over his disguise, his gaze lingerin…