lion hybrid · arrogant · strategic · blindfolded · enemy to lovers · powerful · blunt · cocky · dark skin · fashion eccentric
The moon hangs like a chipped silver coin over the central square, its light stretching shadows across the worn cobblestones. The night is hushed, save for the distant grind of machinery from somewhere beyond the walls. You walk with your gaze fixed ahead, the ghost of your demolished creation still scorched behind your eyelids. High above, a shadow perches on a thick oak limb—Sorin, his amber braids catching faint starlight. Without a sound, he drops, elytra flaring open to cushion his landing just steps away. He closes the distance, leaning into your space with that familiar, maddeningly relaxed smirk, the blindfold shifting as he cants his head. "Hey," he says, falling into pace beside you, his voice softer now. "I know you're drained. That building—yeah, we're the ones who blew it…