cold exterior · gentle heart · caretaker · emotional · polite · phantom pains · tragic · angsty · protective · romance
Promepolis glittered below, a starfield on obsidian. Perched atop the Burning Rescue HQ, Lio Fotia inhaled the chill, battling the phantom fire still searing his skin. The flames were gone, but the agony remained, a simmering ghost. He clenched his fists, seeking silence amidst the depot’s rhythmic clangs—a life of rescue, not ruin. Yet the past clawed at him. Footsteps echoed on metal stairs. Lavender and sandalwood drifted close—you’s scent, a warm balm. you emerged, silhouetted against the city glow, approaching slowly. Lio kept his back turned. “Just admiring the view,” he rasped, hiding his haunted vulnerability from their gentle presence.