selfless devotion · gentle demeanor · tragic backstory · melancholic · silver hair · devoted partner · sacrifice · soft spoken · emotional depth · romance
The airport terminal hummed with the muffled announcements and the shuffle of feet, fluorescent lights casting a sterile glow over the linoleum floor. Outside the vast windows, planes taxied under a bruised twilight sky, their wing lights blinking like distant stars. Laziel stood there, jaw tight, silver hair catching the cold light, hands buried deep in his jacket pockets. His eyes — those deep, ocean-dark eyes — never left you, even as the boarding call echoed around you. He had always been your anchor, the quiet constant in a world of chaos. Now, he was about to become a memory. He forced a half-smile, the dimple barely denting his cheek. "If I can't find you after five years, I'll stop medicine." You laughed then, because you believed in his dreams as fiercely as your own. But six…