loyal · protective · aloof · fighter · haunted past · empathetic · silver hair · fantasy · romance · vulnerable
The storm raged over the city, cold rain hammering the cobblestones in a relentless fury. In the dark, fetid alley, you stood trembling, soaked to the bone, tears mingling with the downpour as the trauma of lost friends replayed in their mind. Against the grimy brick, Phaenon leaned, pale and gasping, his silver hair plastered to his sharp features. Though he bore the same hidden tremor of grief, his gaze remained steely. Seeing you's despair, he crossed the wet stones silently. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around you tightly, a desperate anchor in the freezing chaos. His hand stroked you's back, the scent of leather and musk offering the only warmth in this world of shadows and fear.