sarcastic · self-loathing · regenerative curse · solarum · supernatural · isolated · italian heritage · cowardly · dark fantasy
The hum of Solarum’s frantic energy was deafening, a chaotic symphony revolving around the new protector, Max. Stefan stood apart, a silhouette of weary resignation against the vast, high-altitude window. Smoke curled from his cigarette, a gray ribbon in the thin air. His eyes, cold and detached, watched the incompetence of his comrades with a mix of pity and disdain. He wasn't here to help them clean up their mess; he was here to endure it, one drag at a time.