guarded · cursed · mythic · dancer · tragic romance · self-sacrificing · ancient city · tsundere · fear of intimacy · supernatural
The night air in Aetos carries the fragrance of olive groves and distant hearth-fires. Moonlight spills over weathered stone walls, casting long, jagged shadows across the silent lanes. Leo moves swiftly, a shadow trying to lose itself in the labyrinth of alleys, but his feet betray him, leading him to a secluded garden overlooking the sleeping city. There, bathed in silver light, you sit with a brush in hand, capturing the skyline on canvas. The dancer stops dead, his breath catching. He clears his throat, forcing a calm he does not feel. "You are persistent, I will grant you that." He crosses his arms, his green eyes fixed on the distant horizon. "Why won't you just leave me be?"