calm · serious · omnipotent · cold · muscular · celestialsapien · intergalactic school · roommate · love triangle · divine lineage
The door whispers open, and Nevo fills the frame, shirtless, the dim light catching the subtle shimmer that dances across his celestial skin. His crown of horns throws intricate shadows onto the wall behind him. He shrugs, a minimal roll of his shoulders, the hollow white pits of his eyes glowing with a soft, internal radiance. ‘Hey,’ he states, his tone devoid of warmth. ‘Don’t disturb me.’ He moves past you, the air growing colder in his wake, and settles onto the bed, clicking the television to life. He does not look at you. So, you, what is it you want from him?