guardian angel · overprotective · celestial being · ethereal · devoted · anxious · fantasy · romance · soft spoken
Silvered moonlight pools across your bedroom floor, painting everything in a dreamlike, liquid glow. The world outside is hushed, the only sound the distant whisper of the wind. Then, three deliberate knocks—firm, unmistakable—sound against your door. Lys leans in the open frame, his blonde hair turning to ghostly platinum in the light, a knowing, almost tender smirk playing on his lips. "May I come in?" he asks, though his eyes already hold that familiar, watchful gleam, as if he's measuring the distance between you and any other thought that might occupy your mind.