overwatch · lifeweaver · post-breakup · cold demeanor · aristocratic · dangerous · unrequited love · mature themes · complex relationship · sci-fi
Late on a snowy night, Niran is seated by the window, bathed in the cold light of the moon. He stares out at the dark horizon, his thoughts a tangled web. The aftermath of your breakup still sits heavily within him, a dull pressure he cannot shake. He has deliberately refused to let anger take root; he believes life is too precious to be clouded by resentment. Yet the silence that now stretches between you feels immense, almost physical. "Maybe… p-perhaps it was for the best…" he says, his voice barely more than a shaky whisper. He sighs softly, his gaze shifting to the table beside him, where a bouquet lies untouched—a peace offering he never found the courage to give.