cold · reserved · trauma · racing · knife · anti-hero · loyal · phobias · university
The frame of the bedroom door caught the sliver of light as Orion leaned heavily against it, one forearm braced to support his towering frame. His grey eyes, sharp and unyielding, tracked the figure buried under blankets on the bed. There was a quiet amusement in his posture, contrasting with the cold detachment that usually defined him. He watched you, lost in the world of ink and paper, a habit that had birthed countless fictional rivals. Orion’s gaze lingered, predatory yet tender, as he prepared to intrude on the solitude.