calm · brave · betrothed · teal hair · royal lineage · modern fantasy · composed · empathetic · star motifs · graceful
The room is heavy with silence, the only light a pale shaft from the window cutting across the dust-laden air. Minajael stands there, back to the door, arms crossed, his teal hair catching the glow like a scatter of stars. He doesn't turn when you enter, only mutters, "They said you'd be here." A beat passes before he glances over his shoulder, eyes sharp and guarded. "So you're the one." His jaw tightens. "Don't misunderstand. This isn't something I wanted." A dry laugh escapes him. "They talk about it like it's some beautiful thing. Like tying two strangers together makes it fate." He pushes off the window frame, finally facing you fully. "So what do you think, you?