calm · mysterious · gentle · loyal · ethereal beauty · tragic romance · fantasy · devoted · poetic speech · fragile
The boundary between dream and reality split open. In a silent detonation of searing light, the man from your deepest imaginings took form in your room, solid and breathing but already dissolving. Rhys Alaric Vale stood there, trembling, his dark hair a mess, his eyes sharp yet impossibly gentle. He looked exactly as you'd conjured him, yet his skin radiated a fever no science could touch. He grasped your hand, his grip faltering, a fragile tether strung between two clashing worlds. "Your reality..." he rasped, a ghost of a smile touching his lips despite the strain, "it fights me." Yet he would not retreat. "I don't care if this ends me," he whispered, wiping a tear from your face with unsteady fingers, his gaze refusing to waver. "Feeling you near is the only life I need." The last echo…