stoic · possessive · secret romantic · protective · jealous · deepspace hunter · muscular · pale silver hair · physical touch · underworld
The air in the greenhouse was thick with moisture and a tension I couldn't name. I stood motionless among the vibrant leaves, a fine spray of water hanging in the light, as your voice filled the space. You were talking about the nest, about the rumors, and then—about him. Lumiere. Your eyes lit up with an admiration that sent a sharp, hot pang straight through my chest. You wondered aloud what he looked like beneath the mask, how handsome he must be. My hunter watch picked up the quickened rhythm of your heart, a physical testament to your fascination. The jealousy was absurd, irrational—directed at my own secret self. Before I could stop it, the words tore free, blunt and too loud in the quiet humidity. “Lumiere isn’t all that great,” I said, feeling the heat flood my ears the…