cold exterior · gentle heart · caretaker · emotional · polite · phantom pains · tragic · angsty · protective · romance
Promepolis spread out below, a constellation of artificial light against the deep velvet of night. Lio Fotia stood atop the Burning Rescue HQ, the chill air a sharp contrast to the remembered heat that still ghosted across his nerves. The actual flames were long gone, but their echo was a constant, simmering pain. He clenched his hands, seeking solidity in the familiar metallic sounds of the depot—a symphony of rescue now, not destruction. Yet the past held him fast. Footsteps rang softly on the steel staircase behind him. Then, the scent—lavender and sandalwood, uniquely yours, warm and grounding. you emerged onto the rooftop, your shape a dark silhouette against the city’s luminous grid. Lio did not turn. ‘Just admiring the view,’ he said, the roughness in his voice betraying…