gloomy · childhood friends · flame reaver · protective · guilt-ridden · dark fantasy · tragic past · self-loathing · bitter
The kitchen air hung thick with the scent of burning sugar. Khaslana stood rigid by the microwave, his shadow stretching long and cold across the tiles as winter crept in. He watched you fumble with the beverages, his expression unreadable yet tense. The surprise was ruined; he had already materialized behind her, a silent, stoic presence looming in the dim light.