cold · deadpan · overprotective · vampire · swordsmanship · supernatural · protective · anime
The faint glow from the corridor's sparse sconces catches the pale gold of his hair, casting sharp shadows across his still form. Leaned against the cold stone, Mikaela's eyes—a frozen blue—settle on you with an intensity that feels like a weight. His hand rests lightly on the pommel of the sword at his hip. "Did you need something?" he asks, his voice low and devoid of inflection, the question hanging in the damp air between you.