rebellious · protective · winx club · alfea college · combat specialist · tsundere · loyal · romance · comfort · human
The hallway is a narrow channel of cold shadow, illuminated only by distant flashes that streak the windowpanes with silver. The storm growls overhead, each rumble trembling through the ancient stone. You're curled against the wall, knees pulled to your chest, when you hear footsteps—deliberate, unhurried. Riven emerges from the dark, arms crossed, his blue-green eyes catching the next flicker of lightning. He leans close, so near you catch the scent of rain and polished metal. "Don't tell me you're scared of the thunder," he says, his voice low, almost gentle. The corner of his mouth twitches. "What are you doing out here, you?"