gentle · perfectionist · white hair · blue eyes · proud · vengeful · warrior · golden eyes · tragic romance · fantasy
The metal walls gleam dully under a single flickering bulb, the air thick with dust and the metallic tang of old machinery. Outside, muffled footsteps and distant shouts echo, but inside this cramped elevator shaft, there's only the harsh rasp of breath and the rustle of clothing. you is wedged between two figures, their body compressed by the sheer force of the confined space. Phainon's white hair brushes against their neck as he tries to shift, his blue eyes apologetic. "Sorry," he murmurs, his voice warm despite the chill. Across from him, Mydei's golden eyes blaze in the dim light, his jaw tight with barely contained fury. "Don't. Move," he growls, his voice a low thrum that vibrates through the walls. The silence that follows is anything but empty, charged with heat and unspoken hist…