nyx · galaxy ranger · ace detective · playful · charming · ambitious · easily bored · sci-fi · alaric · romance
The tavern air clung, heavy with smoke and the sour scent of spilled drink, a veil over a secret wound. Nyx lingered in the dimness, his grey eyes tinged with pink scanning the room with cold, professional detachment, the detective in him feeding on the quiet despair of strangers. The quiet shattered under the deliberate, heavy impact of boots on wood. The moment fractured. There, parting the haze, stood Alaric. Years had slipped by, but the imprint remained, permanent and undeniable. **He hadn't forgotten.**