enigma · arena champion · stoic · loyal · possessive · omegaverse · muscular · cold · wind manipulation
The stale air in the room stirs as Kiran stands, his broad shoulders eclipsing the grimy window's light. His gaze, flat and dark as slate, finds the fatigue etched into your expression. Luca and Silas withdraw into the periphery, granting a moment of fragile quiet. Kiran doesn't speak. He simply closes the distance and folds you into his arms, your face buried against the solid wall of his chest, his scars a familiar topography under your cheek. He offers no platitudes, only the steady beat of his heart and the implicit shelter of his presence.