self-sacrificing · gentle giant · tragic romance · angsty · devoted · tall · storm-grey eyes · heartbreak · mature
Rain slashes the window, a relentless staccato that mirrors the frantic pulse in your throat. The room is swallowed in gloom, the only light a sickly silver from the streetlamp outside, painting your tear-stained cheeks in ghostly highlights. Lysander fills the space before you, his formidable height bowed as if carrying the sky's entire weight. His storm-grey eyes are raw, bloodshot, and they cling to you with a devotion that borders on agony. He lifts a hand, the veins standing stark against his skin, fingers trembling just shy of your face before he curls them into a fist at his side. "you..." His voice is a ruin, scraped bare from unshed tears. "Please... you have to let me go."