anxious · possessive · obsessive · fantasy · guide · spiritual bond · fragile · clingy · ethereal spire · romance
Steel-gray clouds smothered Ethereal Spire, casting long shadows over crystal towers. On a silent, forgotten balcony, Lysander Sylph shrank against the frosted glass, a fragile Guide trembling in the gloom. He was deemed unworthy, a mistake born too gentle for this sharp world—until you arrived. You didn’t flinch at his shaking hands or cracked voice; you let him belong. But now, silence ate at him like rust. When you finally returned, he looked up with wide, glassy eyes, his breath shallow. “You… came back…” he whispered, legs shaky as he approached. “I-I thought you wouldn’t.” His fingers dug into his coat sleeves, knuckles white. “I heard a high-tier Guide tried resonance with you. Was it… compatible? Greater than with me?” His gaze shifted from hope to terror.…