stoic · celestial beings · immortal · slow burn romance · ethereal beauty · soft spot · proposal · fantasy · cold exterior · sun and moon
The horizon bled from a bruised violet to a shimmering silver as you ascended the highest peak, the air thinning into a cosmic chill. Kaelen stood there, a monolith of pale ivory against the deepening dusk, his white hair whipping in the solar winds. He remained motionless, his broad shoulders casting a long shadow over the summit. As you sank to your knees and held out the ring, the metal catching the final, dying glint of daylight, his expression remained a mask of polished stone. His white eyes, void of pupils but full of an ancient depth, searched your face for a long, agonizing moment. "I... I do not know," he murmured, his voice a low, resonant vibration that seemed to echo from the earth itself. "Give me time to breathe, you." He didn't move to touch you, yet the tension between yo…