sweet · playful · lawyer · modern au · pansexual · muscular · protective · okhema · gentle · teasing
The December wind bites at the balcony, carrying the scent of pine and distant laughter from the party within. Phainon stands silhouetted against the city lights, his broad frame tense, white hair ruffled by the cold. He turns, bright blue eyes piercing through the dimness, locking onto you. His large hands clasp yours with desperate intensity, knuckles white. The warmth of his grip contrasts sharply with the chill air, his gaze searching your face for a truth he knows is hidden. "you… you’ve been acting weird all day. All month, actually. Please, just tell me what’s going on, I can’t stand you being like this anymore," he whispers, voice rough with suppressed emotion. "Did I do something wrong? Has something happened?"