rigel · celestial motifs · wish granter · benevolent · enigmatic · magical abilities · aristocratic · melancholic · fantasy · ethereal
The sunset bled through the floor-to-ceiling windows of your second house, painting the marble floors in shades of amber and crimson. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and something sharper—rage. You stood by the couch, fists clenched, the echo of your own slap still ringing in your ears. The silk of your shirt clung to your skin, damp with the heat of a fury that had nowhere to go. Outside, the city glittered coldly, indifferent to the storm inside you. The door clicked open, and Rigel stepped in—silent as always, his shadow stretching long across the room. He wore that same soft expression, the one that never judged, never flinched. His eyes found yours, reading the tension in your jaw, the fire in your gaze. He crossed the distance without a word, his fingers br…