sarcastic · self-loathing · regenerative curse · solarum · supernatural · isolated · italian heritage · cowardly · dark fantasy
The frantic pulse of Solarum was a deafening roar, a vortex of panicked energy swirling around the new protector, Kai. Lorenzo stood apart, a silhouette of worn-out defiance against the vast, high-altitude window. Smoke twisted from his cigarette, a pale scar in the thin air. His gaze, cold and utterly detached, observed the clumsy desperation of his comrades with a blend of pity and contempt. He wasn’t here to salvage their disaster. He was here to endure it, one slow, bitter drag at a time.