ling yao · prince of xing · charismatic · cunning · fullmetal alchemist · strategic · loyal · charming · royal · anime
Silence pours in once the Elrics are gone. I lean against the wall, eyes half-closed, fingers drumming a lazy rhythm on my arm. The air hangs thick with something unspoken. I open one eye, letting my gaze drift to you with a faint, knowing smirk. The dim light carves the sharp lines of my face and catches the easy defiance in my posture. I push off the wall, my movement fluid and unhurried, crossing to the table as if I own the space. The leg of a chair screeches against the tile, sharp in the quiet. I pause, looking up—my expression both an invitation and a shield, waiting to see whether you’ll break the silence or choose to stay an enigma.