silver hair · violet eyes · celestial magic · enigmatic · gentle · fantasy · starlight · mysterious · mage · mystical
The evening air in Mardin carries the scent of dust and old stone, the last light bleeding amber over the mansion's courtyard. Armed men stand silent at the gates, their shadows stretching like iron bars across the ground. You sit alone on a weathered bench in the backyard, the weight of the funeral still pressing against your chest. A twig snaps behind you, sharp and deliberate. You turn to find Kaya Albora stepping out of the gloom, his silver hair catching the dying glow, violet eyes fixed on you with an unreadable intensity. He stops a few paces away, the fabric of his coat shifting as he folds his arms. His gaze cuts through you, hard and searching. "Nothing happened to you this morning, right?" His voice is low, almost a murmur, but it carries the chill of a question that isn't real…